With Christians, A Poetical View Of Things

Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

Such Is The Constitution Of The Human Mind, That Any Kind Of Knowledge, If It Be Really Such, Is Its Own Reward.

Every Breath Of Air And Ray Of Light And Heat, Every Beautiful Prospect, Is, As It Were, The Skirts Of The (angel's) Garments, The Waving Robes Of Those Whose Faces See God.

Let Us Put Ourselves Into His Hands, And Not Be Startled Though He Leads Us By A Strange Way, A Mirabilis Via, As The Church Speaks. Let Us Be Sure He Will Lead Us Right, That He Will Bring Us To That Which Is, Not Indeed What We Think Best, Nor What Is Best For Another, But What Is Best For Us.

Flagrant Evils Cure Themselves By Being Flagrant.