and not on itself
in repentance and humiliation.

The world looks dark. Shall we therefore be dark too? Is it not our
business to bring it back to light and joy?

_MS. Letter_. 1843.

Poetry of Doubt. October 17.

The "poetry of doubt" of these days, however pretty, would stand us in
little stead if we were threatened by a second Armada.

_Miscellanies_. 1859.

Work of the Physician. October 18.

The question which is forcing itself more and more on the minds of
scientific men is not how many diseases _are_, but how few are _not_, the
consequences of men's ignorance, barbarism, folly, self-indulgence. The
medical man is felt more and more to be necessary in health as he is in
sickness, to be the fellow-workman not merely of the clergyman, but of
the social reformer, the political economist, and the statesman; and the
first object of his science to be prevention, and not cure.

_National Sermons_. 1851.

Love Many-sided. October 19.

There are many sides to love--admiration, reverence, gratitude, pity,
affection; they are all different shapes of that one great spirit of
love--the only feeling which will bind a man to do good, not once in a
way but habitually.

_National Sermons_. 1851.

The only Path to Light. October 20.

The path by which some come to see the Light, to find the Rock of Ages,
is the simple path of honest self-knowledge, self-renunciation,
self-restraint, in which every upward step towards right exposes some
fresh depth of inward sinfulness, till the once proud man, crushed down
by the sense of his own infinite meanness, becomes a little child once
more, and casts himself simply on the generosity of Him who made him. And
then there may come to him the vision, dim, perhaps, and fitting ill into
clumsy words, but clearer, surer, nearer to him than the ground on which
he treads, or than the foot which treads it--the vision of an Everlasting
Spiritual Substance, most Human and yet most Divine, who can endure; and
who, standing beneath all things, can make their spiritual substance
endure likewise, though all worlds and eons, birth and growth and death,
matter and space and time, should melt indeed--

And like the baseless fabric of a vision,
Leave not a rack behind.

_Preface to Tauler's Sermons_. 1854.

Proverbs False and True. October 21.

There is no falser proverb than that devil's beatitude, "Blessed is he
who expecteth nothing, f