The Christian Faith Is A Grand Cathedral

Mankind Are Earthen Jugs With Spirits In Them.

All Merely Graceful Attributes Are Usually The Most Evanescent.

Our Most Intimate Friend Is Not He To Whom We Show The Worst, But The Best Of Our Nature.

When The Artist Rises High Enough To Achieve The Beautiful, The Symbol By Which He Makes It Perceptible To Mortal Senses Becomes Of Little Value In His Eyes, While His Spirit Possesses Itself In The Enjoyment Of The Reality.

We Are But Shadows: We Are, Not Endowed With Real Life, And All That Seems Most Real About Us Is But The Thinnest Substance Of A Dream,--till The Heart Be Touched. That Touch Creates Us--then We Begin To Be--thereby We Are Beings Of Reality And Inheritors Of Eternity.