Truth Is Given, Not To

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.

Kindly Words, Sympathizing Attentions, Watchfulness Against Wounding Men's Sensitiveness-these Cost Very Little, But They Are Priceless In Their Value.

And Now Because You Are His Child, Live As A Child Of God; Be Redeemed From The Life Of Evil, Which Is False To Your Nature, Into The Life Of Goodness, Which Is The Truth Of Your Being. Scorn All That Is Mean; Hate All That Is False; Struggle With All That Is Impure Live The Simple, Lofty Life Which Befits An Heir Of Immortality.

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.

In God's World, For Those Who Are In Earnest, There Is No Failure. No Work Truly Done, No Word Earnestly Spoken, No Sacrifice Freely Made, Was Ever Made In Vain (as Long As It Was Done Out Of Love, Not Personal Glory)