There Is A Two-fold Solemnity Which Belongs

The Christian Life Is Not Knowing Or Hearing, But Doing.

Every Day His Servants Are Dying Modestly And Peacefully--not A Word Of Victory On Their Lips; But Christ's Deep Triumph In Their Hearts--watching The Slow Progress Of Their Own Decay, And Yet So Far Emancipated From Personal Anxiety That They Are Still Able To Think And Plan For Others, Not Knowing That They Are Doing Any Great Thing. They Die, And The World Hears Nothing Of Them; And Yet Theirs Was The Completest Victory. They Came To The Battle Field, The Field To Which They Had Been Looking Forward All Their Lives, And The Enemy Was Not To Be Found. There Was No Foe To Fight With.

Do You Wish To Become Rich? You May Become Rich, That Is, If You Desire It In No Half Way, But Thoroughly. A Miser Sacrifices All To His Single Passion; Hoards Farthings And Dies Possessed Of Wealth. Do You Wish To Master Any Science Or Accomplishment? Give Yourself To It And It Lies Beneath Your Feet. Time And Pains Will Do Anything. This World Is Given As The Prize For The Men In Earnest; And That Which Is True Of This World Is Truer Still Of The World To Come.

The Divine Wisdom Has Given Us Prayer, Not As A Means Whereby To Obtain The Good Things Of Earth, But As A Means Whereby We Learn To Do Without Them; Not As A Means Whereby We Escape Evil, But As A Means Whereby We Become Strong To Meet It.

We Win By Tenderness. We Conquer By Forgiveness.