While Women Weep, As They Do Now,

There Are Men So Incorrigibly Lazy That No Inducement That You Can Offer Will Tempt Them To Work; So Eaten Up By Vice That Virtue Is Abhorrent To Them, And So Inveterably Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion.

Good Cookery Is Not An Extravagance But An Economy, And Many A Tasty Dish Is Made By Our Continental Friends Out Of Materials Which Would Be Discarded Indignantly By The Poorest Tramp In Whitechapel.

Faith And Works Should Travel Side By Side, Step Answering To Step, Like The Legs Of Men Walking. First Faith, And Then Works; And Then Faith Again, And Then Works Again--until They Can Scarcely Distinguish Which Is The One And Which Is The Other.

What Is The Use Of Preaching The Gospel To Men Whose Whole Attention Is Concentrated Upon A Mad, Desperate Struggle To Keep Themselves Alive?

Look Well To The Fire Of Your Souls, For The Tendency Of Fire Is To Go Out.