Christianity helps us face the music even when we don't like the tune.

Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.

Wherever souls are being tried and ripened, in whatever commonplace and homely way, there God is hewing out the pillars for His temple.

The man, who has begun to live more seriously within, begins to live more simply without.

Let every man and woman count himself immortal. Let him catch the revelation of Jesus in his resurrection. Let him say not merely, "Christ is risen," but "I shall rise."

Christianity helps us face the music even when we don't like the tune.

The feet of the humblest may walk in the field Where the feet of the Holiest trod, This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed.