They Hover As A Cloud Of Witnesses

Religion, In One Sense, Is A Life Of Self-denial, Just As Husbandry, In One Sense, Is A Work Of Death.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Hand; A Silent Utterer Of Words For The Eye.

There Is So Much That Is Deaf And Dumb In Man, And So Much That Is Paralyzed, So Much That Is Shrunken, That Nothing Short Of A Miraculous Touch Of Re-creation Can Make Them At Death Perfect Beings.

Clothes And Manners Do Not Make The Man; But When He Is Made, They Greatly Improve His Appearance.

Human Life Is God's Outer Church. Its Needs And Urgencies Are Priests And Pastors.