There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic

There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic Power To Calm The Breast When Struggling Passions Lower, Touched By Its Influence, In The Soul Arise Diviner Feelings, Kindred With The Skies.

It Is Mutual Respect Which Makes Friendship Lasting.

I Want A Laity, Not Arrogant, Not Rash In Speech, Not Disputatious, But Men Who Know Their Religion, Who Enter Into It, Who Know Just Where They Stand, Who Know What They Hold And What They Do Not, Who Know Their Creed So Well That They Can Give An Account Of It, Who Know So Much Of History That They Can Defend It.

A Great Memory Does Not Make A Mind, Any More Than A Dictionary Is A Piece Of Literature.

This Is What The Church Is Said To Want, Not Party Men, But Sensible, Temperate, Sober, Well-judging Persons, To Guide It Through The Channel Of No-meaning, Between The Scylla And Charybdis Of Aye And No.