"I ought to have been a locomotive fireman." "The idea, Philip Strong! A man who has the gift of reaching people with preaching the way you do!" "The way I reach Mr.Winter, for example!" "Yes," said his wife, "the way you reach him.

Why, the very fact that you made such a man angry is pretty good proof that you reached him.
Such men are not touched by any ordinary preaching." "So you really think I have a little gift at preaching ?" asked Philip, slyly.
"A little gift! It is a great deal more than a little, Philip." "Aren't you a little prejudiced, Sarah ?" "No, sir.

I am the severest critic you ever have in the congregation.

If you only knew how nervous you sometimes make me!--when you get started on some exciting passage and make a gesture that would throw a stone image into a fit, and then begin to speak of something in a different way, like another person, and the first I know I am caught up and hurled into the subject, and forget all about you." "Thank you," said Philip.
"What for ?" asked his wife, laughing.

"For forgetting you ?" "I would rather be forgotten by you than remembered by any one else," replied Philip, gallantly.