Labor is the true alchemist that beats out in patient transmutation the baser metals into gold.

Young men, terminate, I beseech you, in your own experience, the sad divorce which has too often existed between intellect and piety. Take your stand, unswerving, heroic, by the altar of truth; and from that altar let neither sophistry nor ridicule expel you. Let your faith rest with a child's trust, with a martyr's grip, upon the truth as it is in Jesus.

Let a man be firmly principled in his religion, he may travel from the tropics to the poles, it will never catch cold on the journey.

Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?

Don't aim at any impossible heroisms. Strive rather to be quiet in your own sphere. Don't live in the cloudland of some transcendental heaven; do your best to bring the glory of a real heaven down, and ray it out upon your fellows in this work-day world.

And so the blasts of calumny, howl they ever so fiercely over the good man's head, contribute to his juster appreciation and to his wider fame. Preserve only a good conscience toward God, and a loving purpose toward your fellow men, and you need not wince nor tremble, though the pack of the spaniel-hearted hounds snarl at your heels.

There are no trifles in the moral universe of God. Speak me a word to-day; ? it shall go ringing on through the ages.