For I had often said that the best argument I knew for an immortal life was the existence of a man who deserved one as well as Child did.

Habit is thus the enormous fly-wheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. It alone is what keeps us all within the bounds of ordinance, and saves the children of fortune from the envious uprisings of the poor. It alone prevents the hardest and most repulsive walks of life from being deserted by those brought up to tread therein.

Focus on increasing service. Becoming great where you are. Pile in the wood. The heat will follow.

Millions of items in the outward order are present to my senses which never properly enter into my experience. Why? Because they have no interest for me. My experience is what I agree to attend to. Only those items which I notice shape my mind --without selective interest, experience is an utter chaos.

Real servants don't try to use God for their purposes. They let God use them for His purposes.

Owing to the fact that all experience is a process, no point of view can ever be the last one

There is a voice inside which speaks and says, "This is the real me!"