Work And Wait, Work And Wait Is

It Is By Work That Man Carves His Way To That Measure Of Power Which Will Fit Him For His Destiny.

Many Men And Women Spend Their Lives In Unsuccessful Attempts To Spin The Flax God Sends Them Upon A Wheel They Can Never Use.

The Moment We Recognize God As Supreme In Power And Infinitely Good And Loving Toward All His Intelligent Creatures, That Moment We Admit The Doctrine Of Universal And Special Providence.

A Man Who Feels That His Religion Is A Slavery Has Not Begun To Comprehend The Real Nature Of Religion.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.