Stuffing birds or playing stringed instruments is an elegant pastime, and a resource to the idle, but it is not education.

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.

Somehow I am necessary for His purposes, as necessary in my place as an Archangel in his.

Reason is God's gift, but so are the passions. Reason is as guilty as passion.

Two and two only supreme and luminously self-evident beings, myself and my Creator.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

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