However Dark And Profitless, However Painful And

Let A Man Begin In Earnest With "i Ought," And He Will End, By God's Grace, If He Persevere, With "i Will." Let Him Force Himself To Abound In All Small Offices Of Kindliness, Attention, Affectionateness, And All These For God's Sake. By And By He Will Feel Them Become The Habit Of His Soul.

The Man Whom Society Will Not Forgive Nor Restore Is Driven Into Recklessness.

This World Is Given As A Prize For The Men In Earnest; And That Which Is True Of This World Is Truer Still Of The World To Come.

A Life Of Prayer Is A Life Whose Litanies Are Ever Fresh Acts Of Self-devoting Love.

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.