He Never Said It Would Be Easy,

A Man In Whom Religion Is An Inspiration, Who Has Surrendered His Being To Its Power, Who Drinks It, Breathes It, Bathes In It, Cannot Speak Otherwise Than Religiously.

I Know Of But One Garment Which The Fashionable Social Life Of This Country Borrows Of Christianity; It Is That Ample Garment Of Charity Which Covers A Multitude Of Sins--particularly Fashionable Sins.

There Is No Royal Road To Anything. One Thing At A Time, All Things In Succession. That Which Grows Fast, Withers As Rapidly. That Which Grows Slowly, Endures.

There Is No Great Achievement That Is Not The Result Of Patient Working And Waiting.

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.