ple, I mean selfish, lazy, purposeless,
aimless people. Sir Humphrey Davy worked a miracle when he took the
boy Farrady out of a stable loft and gave him a chance to cultivate
his genius. The Sistine Chapel is Angelo's miracle. When the band on
the deck of the Titanic, under the pale light of the morning stars
played "Nearer My God To Thee," to give hope and strength to men and
women struggling to be saved, each player, as the voice of his melody
was forever hushed behind the shining emerald gates, in the crystal
tomb of the sea, went down crowned with the glory of a selfless
miracle. The natural thing would have been for them to have
frantically fought to save themselves. What superb opportunities to
work miracles have passed you! What magnificent possibilities are
still right before you! The cripple is always at your Gate
Beautiful. Are you divine enough, wonderful enough, marvelous enough,
supernatural enough to say: "Such as I HAVE, GIVE I unto thee"? Do it
quickly. Do it, and you shall know daily the joy of hearing the Father
say: "This is My Son in whom I am well pleased."

If there is any one person on this earth to whom I take off my hat and
wait until they safely pass, it is a school teacher. The most obscure
teacher, back in the country hills, unknown, unthought of, unpraised,
but with loving patience unfolding the secrets of knowledge to little
frowzy headed boys and girls, can look into her mirror at evening and
behold the face of an angel.

Flowers cast their wealth upon the vacant air, and rich fathers oft
cast their wealth upon the vacant heir.

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Some people are so sensitive that if you call them "Honey," they will
break out with the "hives" the next morning.

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Do not divorce your husband because he has cold feet, perhaps he got
them since you were married.

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Christ stopped every funeral that came his way and sent the mourners
home singing. Funeral sermons were too sad for Him to preach. Every
sick room He entered became a health resort. He made grave-yards
unpopular.

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Many a lonely bachelor looking back over the stretch of years, recalls
the charming moonlight nights, when the cool summer air was perfumed
with old fashioned flowers, and he looked into the loving eyes of his
sweetheart; recalls how the crimson glow of youth flushe