It Is Often Said That Second Thoughts

Men Will Die Upon Dogma But Will Not Fall Victim To A Conclusion.

Prayer Is To The Spiritual Life What The Beating Of The Pulse And The Drawing Of The Breath Are To The Life Of The Body.

Christ Is Already In That Place Of Peace, Which Is All In All. He Is On The Right Hand Of God. He Is Hidden In The Brightness Of The Radiance Which Issues From The Everlasting Throne. He Is In The Very Abyss Of Peace, Where There Is No Voice Of Tumult Or Distress, But A Deep Stillness--stillness, That Greatest And Most Awful Of All Goods Which We Can Fancy; That Most Perfect Of Joys, The Utter Profound, Ineffable Tranquillity Of The Divine Essence. He Has Entered Into His Rest. That Is Our Home; Here We Are On A Pilgrimage, And Christ Calls Us To His Many Mansions Which He Has Prepared.

Calculation Never Made A Hero.

Somehow I Am Necessary For His Purposes, As Necessary In My Place As An Archangel In His.