Every thought was once a poem.
My sin is the black spot which my bad act makes, seen against the disk of the Sun of Righteousness. Hence religion and sin come and go together.
Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.
Science is busy with the hither-end of things, not the thither-end.
We are religious by nature.
Purpose, and to be thoroughly wedded to that purpose, is three quarters of salvation.