Prayer Is Climbing Up Into The Heart

Against The Flying Ball No Valor Avails.

The Heart Of Religion Lies In Its Personal Pronouns.

Even If All The World Were To Combine Forces, They Could Not Bring About The Conception Of A Single Child In Any Woman's Womb Nor Cause It To Be Born; That Is Wholly The Work Of God.

O, This Faith Is A Living, Busy, Active, Powerful Thing! It Is Impossible That It Should Not Be Ceaselessly Doing That Which Is Good. It Does Not Even Ask Whether Good Works Should Be Done; But Before The Question Can Be Asked, It Has Done Them, And It Is Constantly Engaged In Doing Them. But He Who Does Not Do Such Works, Is A Man Without Faith. He Gropes And Casts About Him To Find Faith And Good Works, Not Knowing What Either Of Them Is, And Yet Prattles And Idly Multiplies Words About Faith And Good Works.

Animals Are Footprints Of God.