The Eternal Silence Of These

To Deny, To Believe, And To Doubt Well, Are To A Man What The Race Is To A Horse.

For Nature Is An Image Of Grace, And Visible Miracles Are Images Of The Invisible.

Kind Words Produce Their Images On Men's Souls.

There Are Plenty Of Maxims In The World; All That Remains Is To Apply Them.

It Is Good To Be Tired And Wearied By The Futile Search After The True Good, That We May Stretch Out Our Arms To The Redeemer.