What good have all the teachings of the great master done him ?" "But he has lost so much--so much!" sighed Constantine thinking of his own loss; and Eusebius shook his head.
"In sorrow such as his, no philosophy, no mental effort can avail.

The blows that wound the affections can only be healed by the affections, and not by the intellect and considerations of reason.

Faith, child! Faith is the true Herb of Grace.

The intellect is its foe; the feelings are its native soil where it finds constant nourishment; and however deep the bleeding wound of the mourner may be, Faith can heal it and reconcile the sufferer to his loss.

You have been taught to value a fine understanding, to measure everything by it, to build everything on its decisions.