A Man Who Feels That His Religion

The Temple Of Art Is Built In Words.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.

It Is The Life In Literature That Acts Upon Life.

Many Men And Women Spend Their Lives In Unsuccessful Attempts To Spin The Flax God Sends Them Upon A Wheel They Can Never Use.

My Idea Of The Christian Religion Is, That It Is An Inspiration And Its Vital Consequences--an Inspiration And A Life--god's Life Breathed Into A Man And Breathed Through A Man--the Highest Inspiration And The Highest Life Of Every Soul Which It Inhabits; And, Furthermore, That The Soul Which It Inhabits Can Have No High Issue Which Is Not Essentially Religious.