No Man Ever Progressed To Greatness And

Truth Is Given, Not To Be Contemplated, But To Be Done. Life Is An Action, Not A Thought.

He Who, With Strong Passions, Remains Chaste--he Who, Keenly Sensitive, With Manly Power Of Indignation In Him, Can Yet Restrain Himself And Forgive--these Are Strong Men, Spiritual Heroes.

There Is A Two-fold Solemnity Which Belongs To The Dying Hour-it Is The Winding Up Of Life, And It Is The Commencement Of Eternity.

But If There Has Been On This Earth No Real, Perfect Human Life, No Love That Never Cooled, No Faith That Never Failed, Which May Shine As A Loadstar Across The Darkness Of Our Experience, A Light To Light Amidst All Convictions Of Our Own Meanness And All Suspicions Of Other's Littleness, Why, We May Have A Religion, But We Have Not A Christianity. For If We Lose Him As A Brother, We Cannot Feel Him As A Saviour.

This Is The True Liberty Of Christ, When A Free Man Binds Himself In Love To Duty. Not In Shrinking From Our Distasteful Occupations, But In Fulfilling Them, Do We Realize Our High Origin.