There Is A Divine Depth In Silence.

That Prayer Which Does Not Succeed In Moderating Our Wishes--in Changing The Passionate Desire Into Still Submission, The Anxious, Tumultuous Expectation Into Silent Surrender--is No True Prayer, And Proves That We Have Not The Spirit Of True Prayer.

Earth Has Not A Spectacle More Glorious Or More Fair To Show Than This Love Tolerating Intolerance; Charity Covering, As With A Vail, Even The Sin Of The Lack Of Charity.

It Is Not The Number Of Books You Read; Nor The Variety Of Sermons Which You Hear; Nor The Amount Of Religious Conversation In Which You Mix: But It Is The Frequency And The Earnestness With Which You Meditate On These Things, Till The Truth Which May Be In Them Becomes Your Own, And Part Of Your Own Being, That Ensures Your Spiritual Growth.

Kindly Words, Sympathizing Attentions, Watchfulness Against Wounding Men's Sensitiveness-these Cost Very Little, But They Are Priceless In Their Value.

There Is An Inward State Of The Heart Which Makes Truth Credible The Moment It Is Stated. It Is Credible To Some Men Because Of What They Are. Love Is Credible To A Loving Heart; Purity Is Credible To A Pure Mind; Life Is Credible To A Spirit In Which Life Beats Strongly It Is Incredible To Other Men.