Truth Is Given, Not To Be Contemplated,

Two Thousand Years Ago There Was One Here On This Earth Who Lived The Grandest Life That Ever Has Been Lived Yet - A Life That Every Thinking Man, With Deeper Or Shallower Meaning, Has Agreed To Call Divine.

Poetry Creates Life; Science Dissects Death.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

God's Truth Is Too Sacred To Be Expounded To Superficial Worldliness In Its Transient Fit Of Earnestness.

There Is A Grand Fearlessness In Faith. He Who In His Heart Of Hearts Reverences The Good, The True, The Holy--that Is, Reverences God--does Not Tremble At The Apparent Success Of Attacks Upon The Outworks Of Faith. They May Shake Those Who Rest On Those Outworks--they Do Not Move Him Whose Soul Reposes On The Truth Itself. He Needs No Prop Or Crutches To Support His Faith. Founded On A Rock, Faith Can Afford To Gaze Undismayed At The Approaches Of Infidelity.