To Produce A Mighty Book, You Must

There Is No Figure More Common In Scripture, And None More Beautiful, Than That By Which Christ Is Likened Unto Light. Incomprehensible In Its Nature, Itself The First Visible, And That By Which All Things Are Seen, Light Represents To Us Christ. Whose Generation None Can Declare, But Who Must Shine Upon Us Ere We Can Know Aught Aright, Whether Of Things Divine Or Human.

I Am Past Scorching; Not Easily Can’st Thou Scorch A Scar.

We Die Of Too Much Life.

Let Faith Oust Fact; Let Fancy Oust Memory; I Look Deep Down And Do Believe.

Toil Is Man's Allotment; Toil Of Brain, Or Toil Of Hands, Or A Grief That's More Than Either, The Grief And Sin Of Idleness.