Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

A Life Of Prayer Is A Life Whose Litanies Are Ever Fresh Acts Of Self-devoting Love.

But If There Has Been On This Earth No Real, Perfect Human Life, No Love That Never Cooled, No Faith That Never Failed, Which May Shine As A Loadstar Across The Darkness Of Our Experience, A Light To Light Amidst All Convictions Of Our Own Meanness And All Suspicions Of Other's Littleness, Why, We May Have A Religion, But We Have Not A Christianity. For If We Lose Him As A Brother, We Cannot Feel Him As A Saviour.

The True Aim Of Every One Who Aspires To Be A Teacher Should Be, Not To Impart His Own Opinions,but To Kindle Minds.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

That Prayer Which Does Not Succeed In Moderating Our Wishes--in Changing The Passionate Desire Into Still Submission, The Anxious, Tumultuous Expectation Into Silent Surrender--is No True Prayer, And Proves That We Have Not The Spirit Of True Prayer.