Most Christians Would Like To Send Their

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.

If There Is Anything Of Power In The Salvation Army Today, 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.

Some Men's Passion Is For Gold. Some Men's Passion Is For Art. Some Men's Passion Is For Fame. My Passion Is For Souls

... You Cannot Make A Man Clean [simply] By Washing His Shirt.