The Health Of A Church Depends Not

Life Is Too Short For Mean Anxieties.

I Go At What I Have To Do As If There Were Nothing Else In The World For Me To Do.

You Are Literally Filled With The Fruit Of Your Own Devices, With Rats And Mice And Such Small Deer, Paramecia, And Entomostraceæ, And Kicking Things With Horrid Names, Which You See In Microscopes At The Polytechnic, And Rush Home And Call For Brandy-without The Water-stone, And Gravel, And Dyspepsia, And Fragments Of Your Own Muscular Tissue Tinged With Your Own Bile.

The Health Of A Church Depends Not Merely On The Creed Which It Professes, Not Even On The Wisdom And Holiness Of A Few Great Ecclesiastics, But On The Faith And Virtue Of Its Individual Members.

Feelings Are Like Chemicals, The More You Analyze Them The Worse They Smell.