He Alone Can Believe In

Child Of God, If You Would Have Your Thought Of God Something Beyond A Cold Feeling Of His Presence, Let Faith Appropriate Christ.

He Who Seeks Truth Must Be Content With A Lonely, Little-trodden Path. If He Cannot Worship Her Till She Has Been Canonized By The Shouts Of The Multitude, He Must Take His Place With The Members Of That Wretched Crowd Who Shouted For Two Long Hours, "great Is Diana Of The Ephesians!" Till Truth, Reason, And Calmness Were All Drowned In Noise.

The Humblest Occupation Has In It Materials Of Discipline For The Highest Heaven.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

Tell Men That God Is Love; That Right Is Right, And Wrong, Wrong; Let Them Cease To Admire Philanthropy, And Begin To Love Men; Cease To Pant For Heaven, And Begin To Love God; Then The Spirit Of Liberty Begins.