The Ideal Life Is In Our Blood

There Is No Life So Humble That, If It Be True And Genuinely Human And Obedient To God, It May Not Hope To Shed Some Of His Light. There Is No Life So Meager That The Greatest And Wisest Of Us Can Afford To Despise It. We Cannot Know At What Moment It May Flash Forth With The Life Of God.

The Earth Has Grown Old With Its Burden Of Care, But At Christmas It Always Is Young.

Greatness After All, In Spite Of Its Name, Appears To Be Not So Much A Certain Size As A Certain Quality In Human Lives. It May Be Present In Lives Whose Range Is Very Small.

The Absence Of Sentimentalism In Christ's Relations With Men Is What Makes His Tenderness So Exquisitely Touching.

The Solution To Sin Is Not To Impose An Ever-stricter Code Of Behavior. It Is To Know God.