This World Is Given As The Prize

I Will Tell You What To Hate. Hate Hypocrisy, Hate Cant, Hate Indolence, Oppression, Injustice; Hate Pharisaism; Hate Them As Christ Hated Them With A Deep, Living, Godlike Hatred.

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.

Christ's Miracles Were Vivid Manifestations To The Senses That He Is The Saviour Of The Body--and Now As Then The Issues Of Life And Death Are In His Hands--that Our Daily Existence Is A Perpetual Miracle. The Extraordinary Was Simply A Manifestation Of God's Power In The Ordinary.

A Heart Renewed--a Loving Heart--a Penitent And Humble Heart--a Heart Broken And Contrite, Purified By Love--that And Only That Is The Rest Of Men. Spotlessness May Do For Angels, Repentance Unto Life Is The Highest That Belongs To Man.

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.