hat for long years afterwards still haunted her. She did not
notice at the time what language he was speaking. But there were none
who did not understand him.

"You think of God as of a great King," he said, "a Ruler who orders all
things: who could change all things in the twinkling of an eye. You see
the cruelty and the wrong around you. And you say to yourselves: 'He has
ordered it. If He would, He could have willed it differently.' So that
in your hearts you are angry with Him. How could it be otherwise? What
father, loving his children, would see them suffer wrong, when by
stretching out a hand he could protect them: turn their tears to
gladness? What father would see his children doing evil to one another
and not check them: would see them following ways leading to their
destruction, and not pluck them back? If God has ordered all things, why
has He created evil, making His creatures weak and sinful? Does a father
lay snares for his children: leading them into temptation: delivering
them unto evil?"

"There is no God, apart from Man."

"God is a spirit. His dwelling-place is in man's heart. We are His
fellow-labourers. It is through man that He shall one day rule the
world."

"God is knocking at your heart, but you will not open to Him. You have
filled your hearts with love of self. There is no room for Him to enter
in."

"God whispers to you: 'Be pitiful. Be merciful. Be just.' But you
answer Him: 'If I am pitiful, I lose my time and money. If I am
merciful, I forego advantage to myself. If I am just, I lessen my own
profit, and another passes me in the race.'"

"And yet in your inmost thoughts you know that you are wrong: that love
of self brings you no peace. Who is happier than the lover, thinking
only how to serve? Who is the more joyous: he who sits alone at the
table, or he who shares his meal with a friend? It is more blessed to
give than to receive. How can you doubt it? For what do you toil and
strive but that you may give to your children, to your loved ones,
reaping the harvest of their good?"

"Who among you is the more honoured? The miser or the giver: he who
heaps up riches for himself or he who labours for others?"

"Who is the true soldier? He who has put away self. His own ease and
comfort, even his own needs, his own safety: they are but as a feather in
the balance when weighed against his love for his comrades, for his
country. The true soldier is not afr