Fling Away Your Soul Once

Do You Not Think That Sometimes When Matters Are At The Worst With Us, When We Appear To Have Done All Which We Ourselves Can Do, Yet All Has Been Unavailing, And We Have Only Shown We Cannot, Not We Will Not, Help Ourselves; That Often Just Then Something Comes, Almost As If Supernaturally, To Settle For Us, As If Our Guardian Angel Took Pity On Our Perplexities, And Then At Last Obtained Leave To Help Us? And If It Be So, Then What Might Only Be A Coincidence Becomes A Call Of Providence, A Voice From Heaven, A Command.

Charity Is From Person To Person; And It Loses Half, Far More Than Half, Its Moral Value When The Giver Is Not Brought Into Personal Relation With Those To Whom He Gives.

The Essence Of Greatness Is Neglect Of The Self.

We Cannot Live On Probabilities. The Faith In Which We Can Live Bravely And Die In Peace Must Be A Certainty, So Far As It Professes To Be A Faith At All, Or It Is Nothing.

That Which Especially Distinguishes A High Order Of Man From A Low Order Of Man, That Which Constitutes Human Goodness, Human Nobleness, Is Surely Not The Degree Of Enlightenment With Which Men Pursue Their Own Advantage; But It Is Self-forgetfulness; It Is Self-sacrifice; It Is The Disregard Of Personal Pleasure, Personal Indulgence, Personal Advantage, Remote Or Present, Because Some Other Line Of Conduct Is More Right.