I Will Tell You The Secret. God

Let The Business Of The World Take Care Of Itself... My Business Is To Get The World Saved; If This Involves The Standing Still Of The Looms And The Shutting Up Of The Factories, And The Staying Of The Sailing Of The Ships, Let Them All Stand Still. When We Have Got Everybody Converted They Can Go On Again, And We Shall Be Able To Keep Things Going Then By Working Half Time And Have The Rest To Spend In Loving One Another And Worshipping God.

To Get A Man Soundly Saved It Is Not Enough To Put On Him A Pair Of New Breeches, To Give Him Regular Work, Or Even To Give Him A University Education. These Things Are All Outside A Man, And If The Inside Remains Unchanged You Have Wasted Your Labor. You Must In Some Way Or Other Graft Upon The Man's Nature A New Nature, Which Has In It The Element Of The Divine.

We Have To Recognise, That The Gin-palace, Like Many Other Evils, Although As Poisonous, Is Still A Natural Outgrowth Of Our Social Conditions. The Tap-room In Many Cases Is The Poor Man's Only Parlour. Many A Man Takes To Beer, Not From The Love Of Beer, But From A Natural Craving For The Light, Warmth, Company, And Comfort Which Is Thrown In Along With The Beer, And Which He Cannot Get Excepting By Buying Beer. Reformers Will Never Get Rid Of The Drink Shop Until They Can Outbid It In The Subsidiary Attractions Which It Offers To Its Customers.

The Profession Of A Prostitute Is The Only Career In Which The Maximum Income Is Paid To The Newest Apprentice.

Good Cookery Is Not An Extravagance But An Economy, And Many A Tasty Dish Is Made By Our Continental Friends Out Of Materials Which Would Be Discarded Indignantly By The Poorest Tramp In Whitechapel.