It Is Those Who Make

The City An Epitome Of The Social World. All The Belts Of Civilization Intersect Along Its Avenues. It Contains The Products Of Every Moral Zone. It Is Cosmopolitan, Not Only In A National, But A Spiritual Sense.

At The Bottom Of Not A Little Of The Bravery That Appears In The World, There Lurks A Miserable Cowardice. Men Will Face Powder And Steel Because They Have Not The Courage To Face Public Opinion.

A Small Lie, If It Actually Is A Lie, Condemns A Man As Much As A Big And Black Falsehood. If A Man Will Deliberately Cheat To The Amount Of A Single Cent, Give Him Opportunity And He Would Cheat To Any Amount.

I Should Not Like To Preach To A Congregation Who All Believed As I Believe. I Would As Lief Preach To A Basket Of Eggs In Their Smooth Compactness And Oval Formality.

The Minister Should Preach As If He Felt That Although The Congregation Own The Church, And Have Bought The Pews, They Have Not Bought Him. His Soul Is Worth No More Than Any Other Man's, But It Is All He Has, And He Cannot Be Expected To Sell It For A Salary. The Terms Are By No Means Equal. If A Parishioner Does Not Like The Preaching, He Can Go Elsewhere And Get Another Pew, But The Preacher Cannot Get Another Soul.