We Win By Tenderness. We Conquer By

There Is Rest In This World Nowhere Except In Christ, The Manifested Love Of God. Trust In Excellence, And The Better You Become, The Keener Is The Feeling Of Deficiency. Wrap Up All In Doubt, And There Is A Stern Voice That Will Thunder At Last Out Of The Wilderness Upon Your Dream.

Only In The Sacredness Of Inward Silence Does The Soul Truly Meet The Secret, Hiding God. The Strength Of Resolve, Which Afterward Shapes Life, And Mixes Itself With Action, Is The Fruit Of Those Sacred, Solitary Moments. There Is A Divine Depth In Silence. We Meet God Alone.

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

Only So Far As A Man Believes Strongly, Mightily, Can He Act Cheerfully, Or Do Anything That Is Worth Doing.

There Is A Two-fold Solemnity Which Belongs To The Dying Hour-it Is The Winding Up Of Life, And It Is The Commencement Of Eternity.