Time Hath A Taming Hand.

To Take Up The Cross Of Christ Is No Great Action Done Once For All; It Consists In The Continual Practice Of Small Duties Which Are Distasteful To Us.

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

Two And Two Only Supreme And Luminously Self-evident Beings, Myself And My Creator.

Egotism Is True Modesty. In Religious Enquiry Each Of Us Can Speak Only For Himself.

Fear Not That Thy Life Shall Come To An End, But Rather Fear That It Shall Never Have A Beginning.