This World Is Given As The Prize

But If There Has Been On This Earth No Real, Perfect Human Life, No Love That Never Cooled, No Faith That Never Failed, Which May Shine As A Loadstar Across The Darkness Of Our Experience, A Light To Light Amidst All Convictions Of Our Own Meanness And All Suspicions Of Other's Littleness, Why, We May Have A Religion, But We Have Not A Christianity. For If We Lose Him As A Brother, We Cannot Feel Him As A Saviour.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.

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.

There Is A Past Which Is Gone Forever, But There Is A Future Which Is Still Our Own.

This World Is Given As A Prize For The Men In Earnest; And That Which Is True Of This World Is Truer Still Of The World To Come.