As memory scans
the past, above and beyond all the transitory pleasures of life, there
leap forward those supreme hours when you have been enabled to do
unnoticed kindnesses to those round about you, things too trifling to
speak about, but which you feel have entered into your eternal life. The
Greatest Thing in the World, p. 60.
May 28th. No man can become a saint in his sleep; and to fulfil the
condition required demands a certain amount of prayer and meditation and
time, just as improvement in any direction, bodily or mental, requires
preparation and care. Address yourselves to that one thing; at any cost
have this transcendent character exchanged for yours. The Greatest Thing
in the World, p. 60.
May 29th. He who has taken his stand, who has drawn a boundary line,
sharp and deep, about his religious life, who has marked off all beyond
as for ever forbidden ground to him, finds the yoke easy and the burden
light. For this forbidden environment comes to be as if it were not. His
faculties falling out of correspondence, slowly lose their sensibilities.
And the balm of Death numbing his lower nature releases him for the
scarce disturbed communion of a higher life. So even here to die is gain.
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