HE who hath watched, not shared the strife,
Knows how the day hath gone.
He only lives with the world’s life,
Who hath renounced his own.
THE real corrupters of society may be, not the corrupt, but those who have held back the righteous leaven, the salt that has lost its savour, the innocent who have not even the moral courage to show what they think of the effrontery of impurity,—the serious, who yet timidly succumb before some loud-voiced scoffer,—the heart trembling all over with religious sensibilities that yet suffers itself through false shame to be beaten down into outward and practical acquiescence by some rude and worldly nature.
John H. Thom
WHAT are great gifts but the correlative of great work? We are not born for ourselves, but for our kind, for our neighbours, for our country; it is but selfishness, indolence, a perverse fastidiousness, an unmanliness, and no virtue or praise to bury our talent in a napkin.
John H. Newman