A living faith is always on trial; we call it faith for that reason. When I read in some alarmist book that the Christian faith is now on trial, or "at the crossroads," my impulse is to answer, Why Not? Does anybody know a time when the Christian faith was not on trial, or when the Christian life was a simple walkover, with neither principalities nor powers to dispute its advance?
Life is the greatest art of all, and the master artist is the man who is living the beautiful life.
All great art is an imperfect, halting attempt to catch up upon life.
What is it at which all true artists are aiming? It is life, it is reality.
The painter tries to catch the magic of the lights and shadows and passing graces of the human face he paints, but he never wholly succeeds in overtaking the reality.
