There Are Daily Martyrdoms Occurring Of More

Even Yet Christ Jesus Has To Lie Out In Waste Places Very Often, Because There Is No Room For Him In The Inn--no Room For Him In Our Hearts, Because Of Our Worldliness. There Is No Room For Him Even In Our Politics And Religion. There Is No Room In The Inn, And We Put Him In The Manger, And He Lies Outside Our Faith, Coldly And Dimly Conceived By Us.

How Much In This World Is Charged To Chance Or Fortune, Or Veiled Under A More Devout Name, And Accorded To Providence; While, When We Come To Look Honestly Into Affairs, We Find It To Be A Debt Of Our Own Accumulation, And One Which We Must Inevitably Pay.

If We Would Induce Others To Act Virtuously, It Will Prove More Effectual To Show Them Their Capacities Than To Expose Their Weakness--to Attract Them By A Fairer Ideal Than To Terrify Them By Pictures Of Misery And Shame.

It Takes Something Of A Poet To Apprehend And Get Into The Depth, The Lusciousness, The Spiritual Life Of A Great Poem. And So We Must Be In Some Way Like God In Order That We May See God As He Is.

It Is Because We Underrate Thought, Because We Do Not See What A Great Element It Is In Religious Life, That There Is So Little Of Practical And Consistent Religion Among Us.