The Issue Of Prayer Is Not Prayer;

Faith Is Not The Clinging To A Shrine But An Endless Pilgrimage Of The Heart. Audacious Longing, Burning Songs, Daring Thoughts, An Impulse Overwhelming The Heart, Usurping The Mind--these Are All A Drive Towards Serving Him Who Rings Our Hearts Like A Bell. It Is As If He Were Waiting To Enter Our Empty, Perishing Lives.

The Sabbath Is Not For The Sake Of The Weekdays; The Weekdays Are For The Sake Of Sabbath. It Is Not An Interlude But The Climax Of Living.

Things, When Magnified, Are Forgeries Of Happiness.

The Riches Of The Soul Are Stored Up In Its Memory. This Is The Test Of Character, Not Whether A Man Follows The Daily Fashion, But Whether The Past Is Alive In His Present.

Religion Has Become An Impersonal Affair, An Institutional Loyalty. It Survives On The Level Of Activities Rather Than In The Stillness Of Commitment.