While Mortals Sleep, The Angels Keep Their

Jesus Christ, The Condescension Of Divinity, And The Exaltation Of Humanity.

Anger Is Self-immolation.

For The Christ-child Who Comes Is The Master Of All; No Palace Too Great, No Cottage Too Small.

We Never Become Truly Spiritual By Sitting Down And Wishing To Become So. You Must Undertake Something So Great That You Cannot Accomplish It Unaided.

Greatness After All, In Spite Of Its Name, Appears To Be Not So Much A Certain Size As A Certain Quality In Human Lives. It May Be Present In Lives Whose Range Is Very Small.