We Work And That Is Godlike.

God Gives Every Bird Its Food, But He Does Not Throw It Into The Nest. He Does Not Unearth The Good That The Earth Contains, But He Puts It In Our Way, And Gives Us The Means Of Getting It Ourselves.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

Artists Are Nearest God. Into Their Souls He Breathes His Life, And From Their Hands It Comes In Fair, Articulate Forms To Bless The World.

Assertion Of Truths Known And Felt, Promulgation Of Truth From The High Platform Of Truth Itself, Declaration Of Faith By The Mouth Of Moral Conviction--this Is The New Testament Method, And The True One.

God Pity The Man Of Science Who Believes In Nothing But What He Can Prove By Scientific Methods; For If Ever A Human Being Needed Divine Pity, He Does.