Nothing Dies So Hard, Or Rallies So

Theology Is A Science Of Mind Applied To God.

What A Mother Sings To The Cradle Goes All The Way Down To The Coffin.

Young Love Is A Flame; Very Pretty, Often Very Hot And Fierce, But Still Only Light And Flickering. The Love Of The Older And Disciplined Heart Is As Coals, Deep-burning, Unquenchable.

It Is Defeat That Turns Bone To Flint, Gristle To Muscle, And Makes Men Invincible.

I Never Know How To Worship Until I Know How To Love; And To Love I Must Have Something That I Can Put My Arms Around, — Something That, Touching My Heart, Shall Leave Not The Chill Of Ice, But The Warmth Of Summer.