A great memory does not make a mind, any more than a dictionary is a piece of literature.

Brutes gaze on sights, they are arrested by sounds; and what they see and what they hear are sights and sounds only. The intellectof man, on the contrary, energises as well as his eye or ear, and perceives in sights or sounds something beyond them. It seizes and unites what the senses present to it; it grasps and forms what need not be seen or heard except in detail. It discerns in lines and colors, or in tones, what is beautiful and what is not. It gives them a meaning, and invests them with an idea.

With Christians, a poetical view of things is a duty. We are bid to color all things with hues of faith, to see a divine meaning in every event.

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, lead thou me on.

Faith is the result of the act of the will, following upon a conviction that to believe is a duty.

Thought and speech are inseparable from each other. Matter and expression are parts of one; style is a thinking out into language.

Dear Lord...shine through me, and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with may feel Your presence in my soul...Let me thus praise You in the way You love best, by shining on those around me.