In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of

Give Me Something Huge To Fight, — And I Should Enjoy That — But Why Make Me Sweep The Dust?

Except A Living Man, There Is Nothing More Wonderful Than A Book.

And What Is The Joy Of Christ? The Joy And Delight Which Springs Forever In His Great Heart, From Feeling That He Is Forever Doing Good; From Loving All, And Living For All; From Knowing That If Not All, Yet Millions On Millions Are Grateful To Him, And Will Be Forever.

A Man May Learn From His Bible To Be A More Thorough Gentleman Than If He Had Been Brought Up In All The Drawing-rooms In London.

Grandeur . . . Consists In Form, And Not In Size: And To The Eye Of The Philosopher, The Curve Drawn On A Paper Two Inches Long, Is Just As Magnificent, Just As Symbolic Of Divine Mysteries And Melodies, As When Embodied In The Span Of Some Cathedral Roof.