Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.

Sow The Seeds Of Life — Humbleness, Pure-heartedness, Love; And In The Long Eternity Which Lies Before The Soul, Every Minutest Grain Will Come Up Again With An Increase Of Thirty, Sixty, Or A Hundred Fold.

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.

This World Is Given As The Prize For The Men In Earnest; And That Which Is True Of This World, Is Truer Still Of The World To Come.

We Are Too Much Haunted By Ourselves, Projecting The Central Shadow Of Self On Everything Around Us. And Then Comes The Gospel To Rescue Us From This Selfishness. Redemption Is This, To Forget Self In God.