"Why do you rub at the knives forever?" asked Mary. Mary was the cook. "Because they are in my corner," Georgia said, brightly. " 'You in your small corner,' you know, 'and I in mine.' I will do the best I can; that is all I can do."

We must be subdued, not merely in our own opinion, not merely think ourselves subdued... but subdued so perfectly that the all-seeing eye of God can look us through, and the omniscient One knows that we are subdued.

"Can I find, do you think, one answer, one description, which will suit you all—fisherman, mothers, boys and girls, artists, merchants, gentlemen, the old man and the little child? Yes, I can.... Each of you, without exception, might write this—I am a servant.