What We Mean By Sentimentalism Is That

He Who Seeks Truth Must Be Content With A Lonely, Little-trodden Path. If He Cannot Worship Her Till She Has Been Canonized By The Shouts Of The Multitude, He Must Take His Place With The Members Of That Wretched Crowd Who Shouted For Two Long Hours, "great Is Diana Of The Ephesians!" Till Truth, Reason, And Calmness Were All Drowned In Noise.

The Charm Of The Words Of Great Men, Those Grand Sayings Which Are Recognized As True As Soon As Heard, Is This, That You Recognize Them As Wisdom Which Has Passed Across Your Own Mind. You Feel That They Are Your Own Thoughts Come Back To You.

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.

Let A Man Begin In Earnest With "i Ought," And He Will End, By God's Grace, If He Persevere, With "i Will." Let Him Force Himself To Abound In All Small Offices Of Kindliness, Attention, Affectionateness, And All These For God's Sake. By And By He Will Feel Them Become The Habit Of His Soul.

This World Is Given As A Prize For The Men In Earnest; And That Which Is True Of This World Is Truer Still Of The World To Come.