IT was often in George Eliot’s mind and on her lips that the only worthy end of all learning, of all science, of all life, in fact, is that human beings should love one another better. 

Holiness, of course, is a greater word, but we cannot produce that in others.   That is reserved for God Himself, but what is put in our power is happiness, and for that each man is his brother’s keeper. 

THERE is an idea abroad among moral people that they should make their neighbours good.   One person I have to make good:  myself. 

We hear much of love to God;  Christ spoke much of love to man.   We make a great deal of peace with heaven;  Christ made much of peace on earth.

Try hard to be humble, to be free from all conceit, to question your own opinions, to give up your own way, to put simplicity first among all excellences of character, to be ready to think yourself in the wrong, to prefer others to yourself; 

An angry person is generally impolite;  and where contention and ill-will are, there can be no courteousness. 

May we put away from us the satire which scourges and the anger which brands:  the oil and wine of the good Samaritan are of more avail.

Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now.   Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.