Christ Within Us, The Hope Of Glory.

I Read Hard, Or Not At All; Never Skimming, Never Turning Aside To Merely Inciting Books; And Plato, Aristotle, Butler, Thucydides, Sterne, Jonathan Edwards, Have Passed Like The Iron Atoms Of The Blood Into My Mental Constitution.

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.

Kindly Words, Sympathizing Attentions, Watchfulness Against Wounding Men's Sensitiveness-these Cost Very Little, But They Are Priceless In Their Value.

The One Who Will Be Found In Trial Capable Of Great Acts Of Love Is Ever The One Who Is Always Doing Considerate Small Ones.

The Humblest Occupation Has In It Materials Of Discipline For The Highest Heaven.