Labor Is The Handmaid Of Religion.

Faith Is Among Men What Gravity Is Among Planets And Suns.

Little Works, Little Thoughts, Little Loves, Little Prayers For Little Christians, And Larger And Larger As The Years Grow.

Character Is The Impulse Reined Down Into Steady Continuance.

Any Supreme Insight Is A Metaphor.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.