The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
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.
Sin spoils the spirit's delicacy, and unwillingness deadens its susceptibility.
Ideals we do not make. We discover, not invent, them.
Laws of Nature are God's thoughts thinking themselves out in the orbs and the tides.