We Win By Tenderness. We Conquer By

Women And God Are The Two Rocks On Which A Man Must Either Anchor Or Be Wrecked.

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.

Simpler Manners, Purer Lives; More Self-denial; More Earnest Sympathy With The Classes That Lie Below Us, Nothing Short Of That Can Lay The Foundations Of The Christianity Which Is To Be Hereafter, Deep And Broad.

He Alone Can Believe In Immortality Who Feels The Resurrection In Him Already.

What We Are, And Where We Are, Is God's Providential Arrange Ment — God's Doing, Though It May Be Man's Misdoing; And The Manly And The Wise Way Is To Look Your Disadvantages In The Face, And See What Can Be Made Out Of Them.