I Have Read A Fiery Gospel Writ

I Want To Take The Word Christianity Back To Christ Himself, Back To That Mighty Heart Whose Pulse Seems To Throb Through The World Today, That Endless Fountain Of Charity Out Of Which I Believe Has Come All True Progress And All Civilization That Deserves The Name. I Go Back To That Great Spirit Which Contemplated A Sacrifice For The Whole Of Humanity. That Sacrifice Is Not One Of Exclusion, But Of An Infinite And Endless And Joyous Inclusion. And I Thank God For It.

When I Behold The Passion For Ornamentation, And The Corresponding Power, I Feel As If Women Had So Far Shown What They Are Bad For, Rather Than What They Are Good For.

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.

It Is Always Legitimate To Wish To Rise Above One's Self, Never Above Others.

I Know Not Why There Is Such A Melancholy Feeling Attached To The Remembrance Of Past Happiness, Except That We Fear That The Future Can Have Nothing So Bright As The Past.