Lay hold on Christ with both your poor, empty hands. - Elizabeth Prentiss

We must be wise task-masters, and not require of ourselves what we can not possibly perform. Recreation we must have. Otherwise, the strings of our soul, wound up to an unnatural tension, will break.

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father's watching the sheep.
Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,
And down drops a little dream for thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

It is a religion of principle that God wants from us, not one of mere feeling.