Toil Is The True Knight's Pastime.

If You Wish To Be Miserable, Think About Yourself, About What You Want, What You Like, What Respect People Ought To Pay You, What People Think Of You; And Then To You Nothing Will Be Pure. You Will Spoil Everything You Touch; You Will Make Sin And Misery For Yourself Out Of Everything God Sends You; You Will Be As Wretched As You Choose.

Duty--the Command Of Heaven, The Eldest Voice Of God.

And No One Has The Right To Say That No Water-babies Exist, Till They Have Seen No Water-babies Existing; Which Is Quite A Different Thing, Mind, From Not Seeing Water-babies; And A Thing Which Nobody Ever Did, Or Perhaps Will Ever Do. But Surely ... They Would Have Put It Into Spirits, Or Into The Illustrated News, Or Perhaps Cut It Into Two Halves, Poor Dear Little Thing, And Sent One To Professor Owen, And One To Professor Huxley, To See What They Would Each Say About It.

Oh England Is A Pleasant Place For Them That's Rich And High, But England Is A Cruel Place For Such Poor Folks As I

Nothing Like One Honest Look, One Honest Thought Of Christ Upon His Cross. That Tells Us How Much He Has Been Through, How Much He Endured, How Much He Conquered, How Much God Loved Us, Who Spared Not His Only Begotten Son, But Freely Gave Him For Us. Dare We Doubt Such A God? Dare We Murmur Against Such A God?