Where Good And Ill Together Blent, Wage

Learn To Do Thy Part And Leave The Rest To Heaven.

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.

Literature Stands Related To Man As Science Stands To Nature; It Is His History.

And With The Morn Those Angel Faces Smile Which I Have Loved Long Since And Lost Awhile.

Let Us Put Ourselves Into His Hands, And Not Be Startled Though He Leads Us By A Strange Way, A Mirabilis Via, As The Church Speaks. Let Us Be Sure He Will Lead Us Right, That He Will Bring Us To That Which Is, Not Indeed What We Think Best, Nor What Is Best For Another, But What Is Best For Us.