LEGACY
Here is a good searching question for a man to ask himself as he reviews his past
life:—Have I written in the snow? Will my life-work endure the lapse of years and the
fret of change? Has there been anything immortal in it, which will survive the
speedy wreck of all sublunary things? The boys inscribe their names in capitals in the
snow, and in the morning’s thaw the writing disappears; will it be so with my work,
or will the characters which I have carved outlast the brazen tablets of history?
Have I written in the snow? FA134
Let us be banded together as one man; let us contend earnestly for the faith once
delivered to the saints; let us pray with fervour, let us live in holiness, let us preach
constantly, and preach with fire, and let us so live, that we may impress our age, and
leave our footprints on the sands of time. 639.397
I believe that there are numbers of people who call themselves Christians, who might
be tied hand and foot, and flung into the Atlantic, and nobody would miss them
beyond the two or three members of their own families. They do nothing; they live for
nothing. 2491.547