I say again, if I cannot draw a horse, I will not write THIS IS A HORSE under what I foolishly meant for one.

On Good Friday Jesus died But rose again at Eastertide.....Lord, teach us to understand that your Son died to save us not from suffering but from ourselves, not from injustice...but from being unjust. He died that we might live - but live as he lives, by dying as he died who died to himself.

Well, perhaps; but I begin to think there are better things than being comfortable.

Blessed be the true life that the pauses between its throbs are not death!

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.

Why should my love be powerless to help another?

It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father's will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free.