Charles Henry Parkhurst Quotes

Little works, little thoughts, little loves, little prayers for little Christians, and larger and larger as the years grow.

So far from genius discarding law, rather is it the supreme joy of genius to re-enact the eternal and unwritten law in the chamber of its own intel-lect.

Purpose is what gives life a meaning.

Faith is mind at its best, its bravest, and its fiercest. Faith is thought become poetry, and absorbing into itself the soul's great, passions. Faith is intellect carried up to its transfigurement.

Science is like society and trade, in resting at bottom upon a basis of faith. There are some things here, too, that we can not prove, otherwise there would be nothing we can prove. Science is busy with the hither-end of things, not the thither-end. It is a mistake to contrast religion and science in this respect, and to think of religion as taking everything for granted, and science as doing only clean work, and having all the loose ends gathered up and tucked in. We never reach the roots of things in science more than in religion.

Science has not solved problems, only shifted the points of problems.

If you will study the history of Christ's ministry from Baptism to Ascension, you will discover that it is mostly made up of little words, little deeds, little prayers, little sympathies, adding themselves together in unwearied succession. The Gospel is full of divine attempts to help and heal, in the body, mind and heart, individual men. The completed beauty of Christ's life is only the added beauty of little inconspicuous acts of beauty -- talking with the woman at the well; going far up into the North country to talk with the Syrophenician woman; showing the young ruler the stealthy ambition laid away in his heart, that kept him out of the kingdom of Heaven; shedding a tear at the grave of Lazarus; teaching a little knot of followers how to pray; preaching the Gospel one Sunday afternoon to two disciples going out to Emmaus; kindling a fire and broiling fish, that His disciples might have a breakfast waiting for them when they came ashore after a night of fishing, cold, tired, discouraged. All of these things, you see, let us in so easily into the real quality and tone of God's interests, so specific, so narrowed down, so enlisted in what is small, so engrossed in what is minute.

Faith is among men what gravity is among planets and suns.

My sin is the black spot which my bad act makes, seen against the disk of the Sun of Righteousness. Hence religion and sin come and go together.

Laws of Nature are God's thoughts thinking themselves out in the orbs and the tides.

Purposelessness is the fruitful mother of crime.

Character is the impulse reined down into steady continuance.

Faith is a kind of winged intellect. The great workmen of history have been men who believed like giants.

The old echoes are long in dying.

Genius does not care much for a set of explicit regulations, but that does not mean that genius is lawless.

Purpose, and to be thoroughly wedded to that purpose, is three quarters of salvation.

Purpose is what gives life meaning.

Home interprets heaven. Home is heaven for beginners.

The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of

Sympathy is two hearts tugging at one load.

Any supreme insight is a metaphor.