“No true work since the world began was ever wasted; no true life since the world began has ever failed. Oh, understand those two perverted word, failure and success and measure them by the eternal, not the earthly, standard. When after thirty obscure, toilsome, unrecorded years in the shop of the village carpenter, one came forth to be pre-eminently the man of sorrows, to wander from city to city in homeless labors, and to expire in lonely agony upon the shameful cross -- was that a failure.” MenWorldYearsTwoWorkCitiesHe ManSorrowEternalStandardsLaborCrossesLonelyWanderThirtyShopsVillageAgonyHomelessObscureSuccess And FailureShamefulCarpenterTrue Life Author:Frederic Farrar
“The only test of possession is use. The talent that is buried is not owned. The napkin and the hole in the ground are far more truly the man's property, because they are accomplishing something for him, slothful and shameful though it be. And what is a lost soul? Is it not one that God cannot use, or one that cannot use God? Trustless, prayerless, fruitless, loveless--is it not so far lost? So may a man have a soul that is lost and be dead while he lives.” MenMaySoulUseLostTalentHe ManTestsPropertyPossessionHolesBuriedTrust In GodShamefulLost SoulsLovelessNapkinsAccomplishing Something Book:Thoughts for Every-day Living from the Spoken and Written Words of Maltbie Davenport Babcock Source: Thoughts for Every-day Living from the Spoken and Written Words of Maltbie Davenport Babcock