We Are Too Much Haunted By Ourselves,

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.

It Is Not The Number Of Books You Read; Nor The Variety Of Sermons Which You Hear; Nor The Amount Of Religious Conversation In Which You Mix: But It Is The Frequency And The Earnestness With Which You Meditate On These Things, Till The Truth Which May Be In Them Becomes Your Own, And Part Of Your Own Being, That Ensures Your Spiritual Growth.

That Prayer Which Does Not Succeed In Moderating Our Wishes--in Changing The Passionate Desire Into Still Submission, The Anxious, Tumultuous Expectation Into Silent Surrender--is No True Prayer, And Proves That We Have Not The Spirit Of True Prayer.

No One Can Be Great, Or Good, Or Happy Except Through The Inward Efforts Of Themselves.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.