Christ Within Us, The Hope Of Glory.

Home Is The One Place In All This World Where Hearts Are Sure Of Each Other. It Is The Place Of Confidence. It Is The Place Where We Tear Off That Mask Of Guarded And Suspicious Coldness Which The World Forces Us To Wear In Self-defense, And Where We Pour Out The Unreserved Communications Of Full And Confiding Hearts. It Is The Spot Where Expressions Of Tenderness Gush Out Without Any Sensation Of Awkwardness And Without Any Dread Of Ridicule.

Mourning After An Absent God Is An Evidence Of A Love As Strong, As Rejoicing In A Present One.

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.

A Life Of Prayer Is A Life Whose Litanies Are Ever Fresh Acts Of Self-devoting Love.

Only What Coronation Is In An Earthly Way, Baptism Is In A Heavenly Way; God's Authoritative Declaration In Material Form Of A Spiritual Reality.