I Go At What I Have To

What Is The Commonest, And Yet The Least Remembered Form Of Heroism? The Heroism Of An Average Mother. Ah! When I Think Of That Broad Fact I Gather Hope Again For Poor Humanity, And This Dark World Looks Bright, This Diseased World Looks Wholesome To Me Once More, Because, Whatever Else It Is Or Is Not Full Of, It Is At Least Full Of Mothers.

And How High Is Christ's Cross? As High As The Highest Heaven, And The Throne Of God, And The Bosom Of The Father That Bosom Out Of Which Forever Proceed All Created Things. Ay, As High As The Highest Heaven! For If You Will Receive It When Christ Hung Upon The Cross, Heaven Came Down On Earth, And Earth Ascended Into Heaven.

Except A Living Man, There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book.

Being Forced To Work, And Forced To Do Your Best, Will Breed In You Temperance And Self-control, Diligence And Strength Of Will, Cheerfulness And Content, And A Hundred Virtues Which The Idle Will Never Know.

Therefore, Let Us Be Patient, Patient; And Let God Our Father Teach His Own Lesson, His Own Way. Let Us Try To Learn It Well And Quickly; But Do Not Let Us Fancy That He Will Ring The School-bell, And Send Us To Play Before Our Lesson Is Learnt.