The Atheist Has No Hope.

We Are Either Progressing Or Retrograding All The While; There Is No Such Thing As Remaining Stationary In This Life.

He Who Never Looks Up To A Living God, To A Heavenly Presence, Loses The Power Of Perceiving That Presence, And The Universe Slowly Turns Into A Dead Machine, Clashing And Grinding On, Without Purpose Or End. If The Light Within Us Be Darkness, How Great Is That Darkness!

Amid All Change, We Desire Something Permanent; Amid All Variety, Something Stable; Amid All Progress, Some Central Unity Of Life; Something Which Deepens As We Ascend; Which Roots Itself As We Advance; Which Grows More And More Tenacious Of The Old, While Becoming More And More Open To The New.

Let Us Not Torment Each Other Because We Are Not All Alike, But Believe That God Knew Best What He Was Doing In Making Us So Different. So Will The Best Harmony Come Out Of Seeming Discords, The Best Affection Out Of Differences, The Best Life Out Of Struggle, And The Best Work Will Be Done When Each Does His Own Work, And Lets Every One Else Do And Be What God Made Him For.

The Art Of Life Consists In Taking Each Event Which Befalls Us With A Contented Mind, Confident Of Good. ... With This Method ... Rejoice Always, Though In The Midst Of Sorrows, And Possess All Things, Though Destitute Of Everything.