For a moment she could not remember it, and then it came to her: "All Roads lead to Calvary." It struck her as rather good.

Perhaps he was going to be worth listening to.

"To all of us, sooner or later," he was saying, "comes a choosing of two ways: either the road leading to success, the gratification of desires, the honour and approval of our fellow-men--or the path to Calvary." And then he had wandered off into a maze of detail.

The tradesman, dreaming perhaps of becoming a Whiteley, having to choose whether to go forward or remain for all time in the little shop.

The statesman--should he abide by the faith that is in him and suffer loss of popularity, or renounce his God and enter the Cabinet?
The artist, the writer, the mere labourer--there were too many of them.