Under The Shadow Of Earthly Disappointment, All

I Know A Good Many People, I Think, Who Are Bigots, And Who Know They Are Bigots, And Are Sorry For It, But They Dare Not Be Anything Else.

The True Church Is Not An Institution To Be Kept Apart From The World Because The World "is Common And Unclean," But A Vital Heart Of Truth And Love, Beating With The Life Of Jesus, And Sending Abroad Its Sanctifying Pulsations Until Nothing Shall Be Common And Unclean.

Man Was Sent Into The World To Be A Growing And Exhaustless Force. The World Was Spread Out Around Him To Be Seized And Conquered. Realms Of Infinite Truth Burst Open Above Him, Inviting Him To Tread Those Shining Coasts Along Which Newton Dropped His Plummet, And Herschel Sailed,--a Columbus Of The Skies.

He Who Today Utters A Bold Truth That Seems To Shock Some Old Institution With The Premonition Of Destruction, And That Scares Men From Their Propriety, Will A Hundred Years Hence Be Regarded As A Remarkably Conservative Man. And Yet The People Who Stand Peculiarly Upon What They Call The Foundations Of Conservatism, And Hold To Hard, Practical Facts, Now Stand Upon That Which One Hundred Years Ago Was Rank Heresy.

The Conservative May Clamor Against Reform, But He Might As Well Clamor Against The Centrifugal Force. He Sighs For The "good Old Times,"--he Might As Well Wish The Oak Back Into The Acorn.