It Is Not Hard Work That Is

One Form Of Religion Perpetually Gives Way To Another; If Religion Did Not Change It Would Be Dead. ... Each Time The New Ideas Appear They Are Seen At First As A Deadly Foe Threatening To Make Religion Perish From The Earth; But In The End There Is A Deeper Insight And A Better Life With Ancient Follies And Prejudices Gone.

Christ Must Be Rediscovered Perpetually.

There Is No Dignity Like The Dignity Of A Soul In Agony.

Civilization...is A Matter Of Imponderables, Of Delight In The Thins Of The Mind, Of Love Of Beauty, Of Honor, Grace, Courtesy, Delicate Feeling. Where Imponderables, Are Things Of First Importance, There Is The Height Of Civilization, And, If At The Same Time, The Power Of Art Exists Unimpaired, Human Life Has Reached A Level Seldom Attained And Very Seldom Surpassed.

...a Chasm Opened In The Earth And Out Of It Coal-black Horses Sprang, Drawing A Chariot And Driven By One Who Had A Look Of Dark Splendor, Majestic And Beautiful And Terrible. He Caught Her To Him And Held Her Close. The Next Moment She Was Being Borne Away From The Radiance Of Earth In Springtime To The World Of The Dead By The King Who Rules It.