An illness is like a journey into a far country; it sifts all one's experience and removes it to a point so remote that it appears like a vision. |
Heritage is Scriptures . . . which have become absorbed into our blood. |
The heathen spirit is wingless. It cannot lift itself to heights from which the totality of being is visible, and it therefore loses itself in details. |
The lash may force men to physical labor, it cannot force them to spiritual creativity. |
The sword conquered for a while, but the spirit conquers for ever! |
Writing comes more easily if you have something to say. |