A man who has lived in many places is not likely to be deceived by the local errors of his native village; the scholar has lived in many times and is therefore in some degree immune from the great cataract of nonsense that pours from the press and the microphone of his own age.

The Glory of God, and, as our only means of glorifying Him, the salvation of human souls, is the real business of life.

The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers when there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.

That will not be the time for choosing: it will be the time when we discover which side we really have chosen, whether we realized it before or not. Now, today, this moment, is out chance to chose the right side. God is holding back to give us that chance. It will not last forever. We must take it or leave it.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

Nothing is more characteristically juvenile than contempt for juvenility. . . youth's characteristic chronological snobbery.