Behind All These Men You Have To

For All Mankind That Unstained Scroll Unfurled, Where God Might Write Anew The Story Of The World.

The Making Of Friends, Who Are Real Friends, Is The Best Token We Have Of A Man's Success In Life.

Never Bear More Than One Trouble At A Time. Some People Bear Three Kinds - All They Have Had, All They Have Now, And All They Expect To Have.

Can It Be Possible That All Human Sympathies Can Thrive, And All Human Powers Be Exercised, And All Human Joys Increase, If We Live With All Our Might With The Thirty Or Forty People Next To Us, Telegraphing Kindly To All Other People, To Be Sure? Can It Be Possible That Our Passion For Large Cities, And Large Parties, And Large Theatres, And Large Churches, Develops No Faith Nor Hope Nor Love Which Would Not Find Aliment And Exercise In A Little "world Of Our Own"?

The Church Itself Has Got To Go Outside Of Its Own Borders And Carry The Gospel To Ev'ry Creature, Or It Is No Church Of Christ; And Any Mutual Improvement Club Which Thinks That By Reading Its Shakspearo, Or By Acting Its Pretty Tableaux, Or By Having. This Or That Little Reading From Spenser And From Chaucer, It Is Going To Lift Itself Up Into Any Higher Order Of Culture Or Life, Is Wholly Mistaken, Unless As An Essential Part Of Its Duty, It Goes Out Into The World, Finds Those That Are Falling Down, And Lifts Them Up To The Majesty Of Freemen, Who Are Sons Of God.