The Individual And The Race Are Always

Christ Illustrates The Purport Of Life As He Descends From His Transfiguration To Toil, And Goes Forward To Exchange That Robe Of Heavenly Brightness For The Crown Of Thorns.

It Takes Something Of A Poet To Apprehend And Get Into The Depth, The Lusciousness, The Spiritual Life Of A Great Poem. And So We Must Be In Some Way Like God In Order That We May See God As He Is.

Courage Is Always Greatest When Blended With Meekness; Intellectual Ability Is Most Admirable When It Sparkles In The Setting Of A Modest Self-distrust; And Never Does The Human Soul Appear So Strong As When It Foregoes Revenge And Dares To Forgive An Injury.

We Must Die Alone. To The Very Verge Of The Stream Our Friends May Accompany Us; They May Bend Over Us, They May Cling To Us There; But That One Long Wave From The Sea Of Eternity Washes Up To The Lips, Sweeps Us From The Shore, And We Go Forth Alone! In That Untried And Utter Solitude, Then, What Can There Be For Us But The Pulsation Of That Assurance, "i Am Not Alone, Because The Father Is With Me!

We Only Attain The True Idea Of Marriage When We Consider It As A Spiritual Union--a Union Of Immortal Affections, Of Undying Faculties, Of An Imperishable Destiny.