Through Ages, Through Eternity, What You Have

However Dark And Profitless, However Painful And Weary, Existence May Have Become, Life Is Not Done, And Our Christian Character Is Not Won, So Long As God Has Anything Left For Us To Suffer, Or Anything Left For Us To Do.

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.

God's Truth Is Too Sacred To Be Expounded To Superficial Worldliness In Its Transient Fit Of Earnestness.

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