Finances are behind, congregation is running down, therefore the preacher is a failure." "Well, lad, remember this," said his father, "never let your liver decide any course of action for you.

Some good stiff work, a turn with the gloves, for instance, is the best preparation I know for any important decision.

A man cannot decide wisely when he feels grubby.
Your asthma this afternoon is a symptom of liver." "It is humiliating to a creature endowed with conscience and intellect to discover how small a part these play at times in his decisions.
The ancients were not far wrong who made the liver the seat of the emotions." "Well," said his father, "it is a good thing to remember that most of our bad hours come from our livers.

So the preacher is a failure?
Who said so ?" "Oh, a number of them, principally Hayes." "Thank God, and go to sleep," said his father.

"If Hayes were pleased with my preaching I should greatly suspect my call to the ministry." "But seriously, I am certainly not a great preacher, and perhaps not a preacher at all.