There Is A Divine Depth In Silence.

Tell Men That God Is Love; That Right Is Right, And Wrong, Wrong; Let Them Cease To Admire Philanthropy, And Begin To Love Men; Cease To Pant For Heaven, And Begin To Love God; Then The Spirit Of Liberty Begins.

The Charm Of The Words Of Great Men, Those Grand Sayings Which Are Recognized As True As Soon As Heard, Is This, That You Recognize Them As Wisdom Which Has Passed Across Your Own Mind. You Feel That They Are Your Own Thoughts Come Back To You.

The Mistake We Make Is To Look For A Source Of Comfort In Ourselves: Self-contemplation, Instead Of Gazing Upon God. In Other Words, We Look For Comfort Precisely Where Comfort Never Can Be.

A Silent Man Is Easily Reputed Wise. A Man Who Suffers None To See Him In The Common Jostle And Undress Of Life, Easily Gathers Round Him A Mysterious Veil Of Unknown Sanctity, And Men Honor Him For A Saint. The Unknown Is Always Wonderful.

God's Truth Is Too Sacred To Be Expounded To Superficial Worldliness In Its Transient Fit Of Earnestness.