A Happy Home Is The Single Spot

Only In The Sacredness Of Inward Silence Does The Soul Truly Meet The Secret, Hiding God. The Strength Of Resolve, Which Afterward Shapes Life, And Mixes Itself With Action, Is The Fruit Of Those Sacred, Solitary Moments. There Is A Divine Depth In Silence. We Meet God Alone.

Do You Wish To Become Rich? You May Become Rich, That Is, If You Desire It In No Half Way, But Thoroughly. A Miser Sacrifices All To His Single Passion; Hoards Farthings And Dies Possessed Of Wealth. Do You Wish To Master Any Science Or Accomplishment? Give Yourself To It And It Lies Beneath Your Feet. Time And Pains Will Do Anything. 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.

A Heart Renewed--a Loving Heart--a Penitent And Humble Heart--a Heart Broken And Contrite, Purified By Love--that And Only That Is The Rest Of Men. Spotlessness May Do For Angels, Repentance Unto Life Is The Highest That Belongs To Man.

Let A Man Begin In Earnest With "i Ought," And He Will End, By God's Grace, If He Persevere, With "i Will." Let Him Force Himself To Abound In All Small Offices Of Kindliness, Attention, Affectionateness, And All These For God's Sake. By And By He Will Feel Them Become The Habit Of His Soul.

There Is A Power In The Soul, Quite Separate From The Intellect, Which Sweeps Away Or Recognizes The Marvelous, By Which God Is Felt. Faith Stands Serenely Far Above The Reach Of The Atheism Of Science. It Does Not Rest On The Wonderful, But On The Eternal Wisdom And Goodness Of God. The Revelation Of The Son Was To Proclaim A Father, Not A Mystery. No Science Can Sweep Away The Everlasting Love Which The Heart Feels, And Which The Intellect Does Not Even Pretend To Judge Or Recognize.