Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.

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.

Life, Like War, Is A Series Of Mistakes,he Is The Best Who Wins The Most Splendid Victories By The Retrieval Of Mistakes. Forget Mistakes: Organize Victory Out Of Mistakes.

Brethren, Happiness Is Not Our Being's End And Aim. The Christian's Aim Is Perfection, Not Happiness; And Every One Of The Sons Of God Must Have Something Of That Spirit Which Marked His Master.