Nothing Is So Costly As The Pursuit

O God, The Creature Knows Not To What End Thou Hast Made Him; Teach Him, And Write In The Depths Of His Soul That The Clay Must Suffer Itself To Be Shaped At The Will Of The Potter.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

The Blood Of A Nation Ought Never To Be Shed Except For Its Own Preservation In The Utmost Extremity.

True Prayer Is Only Another Name For The Love Of God. Its Excellence Does Not Consist In The Multitude Of Our Words; For Our Father Knoweth What Things We Have Need Of Before We Ask Him. The True Prayer Is That Of The Heart, And The Heart Prays Only For What It Desires. To Pray, Then Is To Desire -- But To Desire What God Would Have Us Desire. He Who Asks What He Does Not From The Bottom Of His Heart Desire, Is Mistaken In Thinking That He Prays.

Discouragement Is Simply The Despair Of Wounded Self-love.