There Is A Divine Depth In Silence.

No One Can Be Great, Or Good, Or Happy Except Through The Inward Efforts Of Themselves.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.

Cold Hearts Are Not Anxious Enough To Doubt. Men Who Love Will Have Their Misgivings At Times; That Is Not The Evil. But The Evil Is, When Men Go On In That Languid, Doubting Way, Content To Doubt, Proud Of Their Doubts, Morbidly Glad To Talk About Them, Liking The Romantic Gloom Of Twilight, Without The Manliness To Say,--i Must And Will Know The Truth. That Did Not John. Brethren, John Appealed To Christ.

The Humblest Occupation Has In It Materials Of Discipline For The Highest Heaven.

There Is Rest In This World Nowhere Except In Christ, The Manifested Love Of God. Trust In Excellence, And The Better You Become, The Keener Is The Feeling Of Deficiency. Wrap Up All In Doubt, And There Is A Stern Voice That Will Thunder At Last Out Of The Wilderness Upon Your Dream.