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Only In The Sacredness Of Inward Silence Does The Soul Truly Meet The Secret, Hiding God. The Strength Of Resolve, Which Afterward Shapes Life, And Mixes Itself With Action, Is The Fruit Of Those Sacred, Solitary Moments. There Is A Divine Depth In Silence. We Meet God Alone.

The Office Of Poetry Is Not To Make Us Think Accurately, But Feel Truly.

In These Two Things The Greatness Of Man Consists, To Have God Dwelling In Us As To Impart His Character To Us, And To Have Him Dwelling In Us, That We Recognize His Presence, And Know That We Are His, And He Is Ours. The One Is Salvation; The Other, The Assurance Of It.

If The Duties Before Us Be Not Noble, Let Us Ennoble Them By Doing Them In A Noble Spirit; We Become Reconciled To Life If We Live In The Spirit Of Him Who Reconciled The Life Of God With The Lowly Duties Of Servants.

As The Tree Is Fertilized By Its Own Broken Branches And Fallen Leaves, And Grows Out Of Its Own Decay, So Men And Nations Are Bettered And Improved By Trial, And Refined Out Of Broken Hopes And Blighted Expectations.