If it be such, why not sit down and starve rather than do it?
No man has a right to disgrace himself.

Starve, I say; the world will lose nothing in you, for you are its disgrace, who count service degrading.

You are much too grand people for what your Maker requires of you, and does himself, and yet you do it after a fashion, because you like to eat and go warm.

You would take rank in the kingdom of hell, not the kingdom of heaven.

But obedient love, learned by the meanest Abigail, will make of her an angel of ministration, such a one as he who came to Peter in the prison, at whose touch the fetters fell from the limbs of the apostle.
"What forced, overdriven, Utopian stuff! A kingdom always coming, and never come! I hold by what _is._ This solid, plowable earth will serve my turn.