No One Can Truly See

Death Is A Great Revealer Of What Is In A Man, And In Its Solemn Shadow Appear The Naked Lineaments Of The Soul.

Man Was Sent Into The World To Be A Growing And Exhaustless Force. The World Was Spread Out Around Him To Be Seized And Conquered. Realms Of Infinite Truth Burst Open Above Him, Inviting Him To Tread Those Shining Coasts Along Which Newton Dropped His Plummet, And Herschel Sailed,--a Columbus Of The Skies.

Christianity Has Made Martyrdom Sublime, And Sorrow Triumphant.

Man Is Concentric: You Have To Take Fold After Fold Off Of Him Before You Get To The Centre Of His Personality. You Must Get Below His Animal Nature, Habits, Customs, Affections, Daily Life, And Sometimes Go Away Down Into The Heart Of The Man, Before You Know What Is Really In Him. But When You Get Into The Last Core Of These Concentric Rings Of Personality You Find A Sense Of The Infinite-a Consciousness Of Immortality Linked To Something Higher And Better.

It Is Because We Underrate Thought, Because We Do Not See What A Great Element It Is In Religious Life, That There Is So Little Of Practical And Consistent Religion Among Us.