To Grieve Over Sin Is One Thing,

Humility Is That Simple, Inner Life Of Real Greatness, Which Is Indifferent To Magnificence, And, Surrounded By It All, Lives Far Away In The Distant Country Of A Father's Home, With The Cross Borne Silently And Self-sacrificingly In The Heart Of Hearts.

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.

Cold Hearts Are Not Anxious Enough To Doubt. Men Who Love Will Have Their Misgivings At Times; That Is Not The Evil. But The Evil Is, When Men Go On In That Languid, Doubting Way, Content To Doubt, Proud Of Their Doubts, Morbidly Glad To Talk About Them, Liking The Romantic Gloom Of Twilight, Without The Manliness To Say,--i Must And Will Know The Truth. That Did Not John. Brethren, John Appealed To Christ.

We Hear In These Days A Great Deal Respecting Rights--the Rights Of Private Judgment, The Rights Of Labor, The Rights Of Property, And The Rights Of Man. Rights Are Grand Things, Divine Things In This World Of God's; But The Way In Which We Expound These Rights, Alas! Seems To Me To Be The Very Incarnation Of Selfishness. I Can See Nothing Very Noble In A Man Who Is Forever Going About Calling For His Own Rights. Alas! Alas! For The Man Who Feels Nothing More Grand In This Wondrous, Divine World Than His Own Rights.

The Only Revenge Which Is Essentially Christian Is That Of Retaliating By Forgiveness.