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Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.

In The Printed Page The Only Real Things Are The Paper And The Ink; The White Spaces Play The Same Part In Aiding The Eye To Take In The Meaning Of The Print As Do The Black Letters.

The Deeper Our Insight Into The Methods Of Nature . . . The More Incredible The Popular Christianity Seems To Us.

Few Persons Realize How Much Of Their Happiness Is Dependent Upon Their Work, Upon The Fact That They Are Busy And Not Left To Feed Upon Themselves. Blessed Is The Person Who Has Some Congenial Work, Some Occupation In Which To Place One's Heart, And Which Affords A Complete Outlet To All The Forces That Are In Him Or Her.

To Find The Universal Elements Enough; To Find The Air And The Water Exhilarating; To Be Refreshed By A Morning Walk Or An Evening Saunter... To Be Thrilled By The Stars At Night; To Be Elated Over A Bird's Nest Or A Wildflower In Spring - These Are Some Of The Rewards Of The Simple Life.