Time Hath A Taming Hand.

Dear Lord...shine Through Me, And Be So In Me That Every Soul I Come In Contact With May Feel Your Presence In My Soul...let Me Thus Praise You In The Way You Love Best, By Shining On Those Around Me.

Thought And Speech Are Inseparable From Each Other. Matter And Expression Are Parts Of One; Style Is A Thinking Out Into Language.

How Many Writers Are There... Who, Breaking Up Their Subject Into Details, Destroy Its Life, And Defraud Us Of The Whole By Their Anxiety About The Parts.

The Attributes Of God, Though Intelligible To Us On Their Surface Yet, For The Very Reason That They Are Infinite, Transcend Our Comprehension, When They Are Dwelt Upon, When They Are Followed Out, And Can Only Be Received By Faith.

Regarding Christianity: Ten Thousand Difficulties Do Not Make One Doubt.