I Am Not Waiting For

Secular Music, Do You Say, Belongs To The Devil? Does It? Well, If It Did I Would Plunder Him For It, For He Has No Right To A Single Note Of The Whole Seven. Every Note, And Every Strain, And Every Harmony Is Divine, And Belongs To Us.

The Greatness Of A Man's Power Is The Measure Of His Surrender.

... You Cannot Make A Man Clean [simply] By Washing His Shirt.

We Have To Recognise, That The Gin-palace, Like Many Other Evils, Although As Poisonous, Is Still A Natural Outgrowth Of Our Social Conditions. The Tap-room In Many Cases Is The Poor Man's Only Parlour. Many A Man Takes To Beer, Not From The Love Of Beer, But From A Natural Craving For The Light, Warmth, Company, And Comfort Which Is Thrown In Along With The Beer, And Which He Cannot Get Excepting By Buying Beer. Reformers Will Never Get Rid Of The Drink Shop Until They Can Outbid It In The Subsidiary Attractions Which It Offers To Its Customers.

To Get A Man Soundly Saved It Is Not Enough To Put On Him A Pair Of New Breeches, To Give Him Regular Work, Or Even To Give Him A University Education. These Things Are All Outside A Man, And If The Inside Remains Unchanged You Have Wasted Your Labor. You Must In Some Way Or Other Graft Upon The Man's Nature A New Nature, Which Has In It The Element Of The Divine.