The mother- poor invaded soul- finds even the bathroom door no bar to hammering little hands.

(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind

Shall you complain who feed the world? Who clothe the world? Who house the world? Shall you complain who are the world, Of what the world may do? As from this hour You use your power, The world must follow you!

The most familiar facts are often hardest to understand.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

But reason has no power against feeling, and feeling older than history is no light matter.

The religious need of the human mind remains alive, never more so, but it demands a teaching which can be understood. Slowly an apprehension of the intimate, usable power of God is growing among us, and a growing recognition of the only worth-while application of that power-in the improvement of the world.