Oh the folly of any mind that would explain God before obeying Him! That would map out the character of God instead of crying, Lord, what wouldst thou have me to do?

I saw thee ne'er before; I see thee never more; But love, and help, and pain, beautiful one, Have made thee mine, till all my years are done.

Yet I know that good is coming to me—that good is always coming; though few have at all times the simplicity and the courage to believe it. What we call evil, is the only and best shape, which, for the person and his condition at the time, could be assumed by the best good. And so, FAREWELL.

The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.

To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seemingly interminable ladder.

All haste implies weakness.

In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow.