The Music Of The Gospel Leads Us

The Buried Talent Is The Sunken Rock On Which Most Lives Strike And Founder.

Each Hour Comes With Some Little Faggot Of God's Will Fastened Upon Its Back.

There Is A Great Deal Of Self-will In The World, But Very Little Genuine Independence Of Character.

We Strain Hardest For Things Which Are Almost But Not Quite Within Our Reach.

Holiness Is An Unselfing Of Ourselves.