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Page 166 - And the eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no need of thee: nor again the head to the feet, I have no need of you. Nay, much more those members of the body, which seem to be more feeble, are necessary...
Page 165 - If the whole body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling? But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him.
Page 177 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 165 - For the body is not one member, but many. If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; it is not therefore not of the body.
Page 148 - For if ye love them which love you, what thank have ye ? for sinners also love those that love them. And if ye do good to them which do good to you, what thank have ye ? for sinners also do even the same.
Page 208 - The world waits For help. Beloved, let us love so well, Our work shall still be better for our love, And still our love be sweeter for our work, And both commended, for the sake of each, By all true workers and true lovers born.
Page 146 - Judge not, that ye be not judged : for with what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged, and with what measure ye mete it shall be measured unto you.
Page 177 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and mere, The cloudy summits of our time.