I Must Assert In The Most Unqualified

I Will Tell You The Secret: God Has Had All That There Was Of Me. There Have Been Men With Greater Brains Than I, Even With Greater Opportunities, But From The Day I Got The Poor Of London On My Heart And Caught A Vision Of What Jesus Christ Could Do With Me And Them, On That Day I Made Up My Mind That God Should Have All Of William Booth There Was. And If There Is Anything Of Power In The Salvation Army, It Is Because God Has Had All The Adoration Of My Heart, All The Power Of My Will, And All The Influence Of My Life.

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 Inveterately Dishonest That Theft Is To Them A Master Passion. When A Human Being Has Reached That Stage, There Is Only One Course That Can Be Rationally Pursued. Sorrowfully, But Remorselessly, It Must Be Recognized That He Has Become Lunatic, Morally Demented, Incapable Of Self-government, And That Upon Him, Therefore, Must Be Passed The Sentence Of Permanent Seclusion From A World In Which He Is Not Fit To Be At Large.

The Profession Of A Prostitute Is The Only Career In Which The Maximum Income Is Paid To The Newest Apprentice. It Is The One Calling In Which At The Beginning The Only Exertion Is That Of Self-indulgence; All The Prizes Are At The Commencement. It Is The Ever-new Embodiment Of The Old Fable Of The Sale Of The Soul To The Devil. The Tempter Offers Wealth, Comfort, Excitement, But In Return The Victim Must Sell Her Soul, Nor Does The Other Party Forget To Exact His Due To The Uttermost Farthing.

Can We Go Too Fast In Saving Souls? If Anyone Still Wants A Reply, Let Him Ask The Lost Souls In Hell.

We Must Wake Ourselves Up! Or Somebody Else Will Take Our Place, And Bear Our Cross, And Thereby Rob Us Of Our Crown.