There Is In Stillness Oft A Magic

To Be Deep In History, Is To Cease To Be Protestant.

There Is A Knowledge Which Is Desirable, Though Nothing Come Of It, As Being Of Itself A Treasure, And A Sufficient Remuneration Of Years Of Labor.

A Man Would Do Nothing If He Waited Until He Could Do It So Well That No One Could Find Fault.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another, I Have My Mission ... He Has Not Created Me For Naught ... If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. He Does Nothing In Vain. He Knows What He Is About.

Without Self-knowledge You Have No Root In Yourselves Personally; You May Endure For A Time, But Under Affliction Or Persecution Your Faith Will Not Last. This Is Why Many In This Age (and In Every Age) Become Infidels, Heretics, Schismatics, Disloyal Despisers Of The Church. They Cast Off The Form Of Truth, Because It Never Has Been To Them More Than A Form. They Endure Not, Because They Never Have Tasted That The Lord Is Gracious; And They Never Have Had Experience Of His Power And Love, Because They Have Never Known Their Own Weakness And Need.