Christ within us, the hope of glory.

There is a divine depth in silence. We meet God alone.

The man whom society will not forgive nor restore is driven into recklessness.

He alone can believe in immortality who feels the resurrection in him already.

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.

Poetry creates life; Science dissects death.

Through ages, through eternity, what you have done for Christ, that, and only that, you are.