Purpose Directs Energy, And Purpose

Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.

Every Thought Was Once A Poem.

Christ Took Hold Of The Work Of The World's Saving In A Larger Way Than It Is Possible For Us To Do, And Therefore The Burden Of His Undertaking Came Upon Him In A Heavier, Wider, And More Crushing Way Than It Can Come Upon Us; And Therefore, While It Overwhelmed Him In Sorrow, Our Smaller Mission And Lighter Task Can With Entire Propriety Leave Us Buoyant And Gladsome.

Faith Is Mind At Its Best, Its Bravest, And Its Fiercest. Faith Is Thought Become Poetry, And Absorbing Into Itself The Soul's Great, Passions. Faith Is Intellect Carried Up To Its Transfigurement.

The Heart Has Eyes Which The Brain Knows Nothing Of.