Reason Is God's Gift, But

Christ Is Already In That Place Of Peace, Which Is All In All. He Is On The Right Hand Of God. He Is Hidden In The Brightness Of The Radiance Which Issues From The Everlasting Throne. He Is In The Very Abyss Of Peace, Where There Is No Voice Of Tumult Or Distress, But A Deep Stillness--stillness, That Greatest And Most Awful Of All Goods Which We Can Fancy; That Most Perfect Of Joys, The Utter Profound, Ineffable Tranquillity Of The Divine Essence. He Has Entered Into His Rest. That Is Our Home; Here We Are On A Pilgrimage, And Christ Calls Us To His Many Mansions Which He Has Prepared.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

A Science Is Not Mere Knowledge, It Is Knowledge Which Has Undergone A Process Of Intellectual Digestion. It Is The Grasp Of Many Things Brought Together In One, And Hence Is Its Power; For, Properly Speaking, It Is Science That Is Power, Not Knowledge.

Let Us Act On What We Have, Since We Have Not What We Wish.

Fear Not That Thy Life Shall Come To An End, But Rather Fear That It Shall Never Have A Beginning.