The Ears Of The Common People Are

I Wonder What Day I Shall Die On - One Passes Year By Year Over One's Death Day, As One Might Pass Over One's Grave.

After The Fever Of Life--after Wearinesses, Sicknesses, Fightings And Despondings, Languor And Fretfulness, Struggling And Failing, Struggling And Succeeding--after All The Changes And Chances Of This Troubled And Unhealthy State, At Length Comes Death--at Length The White Throne Of God--at Length The Beatific Vision.

Faith Ventures And Hazards . . . Counting The Costs And Delighting In The Sacrifice.

Such Is The Constitution Of The Human Mind, That Any Kind Of Knowledge, If It Be Really Such, Is Its Own Reward.

Somehow I Am Necessary For His Purposes, As Necessary In My Place As An Archangel In His.