We Must Have The Real Thing Before

I Have Long Been Convinced That The Christian Eucharist Is But A Continuation Of The Eleusinian Mysteries. St Paul, In Using The Word Teleiois, Almost Confirms This.

Mistakes Are Often The Best Teachers.

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

Do You Not Think That Sometimes When Matters Are At The Worst With Us, When We Appear To Have Done All Which We Ourselves Can Do, Yet All Has Been Unavailing, And We Have Only Shown We Cannot, Not We Will Not, Help Ourselves; That Often Just Then Something Comes, Almost As If Supernaturally, To Settle For Us, As If Our Guardian Angel Took Pity On Our Perplexities, And Then At Last Obtained Leave To Help Us? And If It Be So, Then What Might Only Be A Coincidence Becomes A Call Of Providence, A Voice From Heaven, A Command.

Fling Away Your Soul Once For All, Your Own Small Self; If You Will Find It Again. Count Not Even On Immortality.