As For Environments, The Kingliest Being Ever

Heaven Never Defaults. The Wicked Are Sure Of Their Wages, Sooner Or Later.

All Evil, In Fact The Very Existence Of Evil, Is Inexplicable Until We Refer To The Paternity Of God. It Hangs A Huge Blot In The Universe Until The Orb Of Divine Love Rises Behind It. In That Apposition We Detect Its Meaning. It Appears To Us But A Finite Shadow As It Passes Across The Disk Of Infinite Light.

The Angels May Have Wider Spheres Of Action, May Have Nobler Forms Of Duty; But Right With Them And With Us Is One And The Same Thing.

Hill And Valley, Seas And Constellations, Are But Stereotypes Of Divine Ideas Appealing To And Answered By The Living Soul Of Man.

The Devil Has Been Painted Swarthy, Cloven-footed, Horned, And Hideous. Do We Expect To See Him In That Shape? O, Surely It Would Be Better For Us, If He Did Come In That Shape! The Trouble Is The Devil Never Does Come In That Shape. He Comes By Chance, With Unregistered Signals, And In All Sorts Of Counterfeit Presentiments.