The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Every Thought Was Once A Poem.

Faith Is Mind At Its Best, Its Bravest, And Its Fiercest. Faith Is Thought Become Poetry, And Absorbing Into Itself The Soul's Great, Passions. Faith Is Intellect Carried Up To Its Transfigurement.

Virtue Is Safe Only When It Is Inspired.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

And Let Me Say Only This One Word More: That The Little Things That A Little Christian Does Are Not Any More Than The Larger Things That An Older Christian Does.