No Man Is Sane Who

When Flowers Are Full Of Heaven-descended Dews, They Always Hang Their Heads; But Men Hold Theirs The Higher The More They Receive, Getting Proud As They Get Full.

Theology Is A Science Of Mind Applied To God.

No Man Rides So High And In Such Good Company As The Man That Allies Himself To A Truth.

Our Yearnings Are Homesicknesses For Heaven; Our Sighings Are For God, Just As Children That Cry Themselves Asleep Away From Home, And Sob In Their Slumber, Know Not That They Sob For Their Parents. The Soul's Inarticulate Moanings Are The Affections Yearning For The Infinite, And Having No One To Tell Them What It Is That Ails Them.

Reason Is A Permanent Blessing Of God To The Soul. Without It There Can Be No Large Religion.