In This World The Inclination To Do

The Individual And The Race Are Always Moving, And As We Drift Into New Latitudes New Lights Open In The Heaven More Immediately Over Us.

Down Below All The Crust Of Human Conceptions, Of Human Ideas, Christ Sank An Artesian Well Into A Source Of Happiness So Pure And Blessed That Even Yet The World Does Not Believe In It.

Let Us Not Fear That The Issues Of Natural Science Shall Be Scepticism Or Anarchy. Through All God's Works There Runs A Beautiful Harmony. The Remotest Truth In His Universe Is Linked To That Which Lies Nearest The Throne.

Christ Illustrates The Purport Of Life As He Descends From His Transfiguration To Toil, And Goes Forward To Exchange That Robe Of Heavenly Brightness For The Crown Of Thorns.

We Move Too Much In Platoons; We March By Sections; We Do Not Live In Our Vital Individuality Enough; We Are Slaves To Fashion, In Mind And In Heart, If Not To Our Passions And Appetites.