Faith is the heroism of the intellect.

And let me say only this one word more: that the little things that a little Christian does are not any more than the larger things that an older Christian does.

Little works, little thoughts, little loves, little prayers for little Christians, and larger and larger as the years grow.

Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

The old echoes are long in dying.

All true manliness grows around a core of divineness.

Faith is the very heroism and enterprise of intellect. Faith is not a passivity, but a faculty. Faith is power, the material of effect. Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great work men of history have been men who believed like giants.