caring for, the thing before which every ambition of man is folly, and
all lower achievement vain. Those only who make this quest the supreme
desire and passion of their lives can even begin to hope to reach it. The
Changed Life, p. 57.

November 20th. A religion of effortless adoration may be a religion for
an angel but never for a man. Not in the contemplative, but in the
active, lies true hope; not in rapture, but in reality, lies true life;
not in the realm of ideals, but among tangible things, is man's
sanctification wrought. The Changed Life, p. 58.

November 21st. Nothing ever for a moment broke the serenity of Christ's
life on earth. Misfortune could not reach Him; He had no fortune. Food,
raiment, money--fountain-heads of half the world's weariness--He simply
did not care for; they played no part in His life; He "took no thought"
for them. It was impossible to affect Him by lowering His reputation; He
had already made Himself of no reputation. He was dumb before insult.
When He was reviled, He reviled not again. In fact, there was nothing
that the world could do to Him that could ruffle the surface of His
spirit. Pax Vobiscum, p. 36.

November 22d. Life is the cradle of eternity. As the man is to the animal
in the slowness of his evolution, so is the spiritual man to the natural
man. Foundations which have to bear the weight of an eternal life must be
surely laid. Character is to wear forever; who will wonder or grudge that
it cannot be developed in a day? The Changed Life, p. 55.

November 23d. To await the growing of a soul is an almost Divine act of
faith. How pardonable, surely, the impatience of deformity with itself,
of a consciously despicable character standing before Christ, wondering,