Sin Spoils The Spirit's Delicacy, And Unwillingness

Ideals We Do Not Make. We Discover, Not Invent, Them.

We Are Religious By Nature.

Little Works, Little Thoughts, Little Loves, Little Prayers For Little Christians, And Larger And Larger As The Years Grow.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.