"As if He had been showing Himself to you?"
"It may be that . . . Would He? . . . When I have lived so little for Him! . . . And yet—lately—I have felt the need. Not that I have not always tried to do my duty . . . But still—"
"Our duty is to love Him, first and best of all."
"I have not loved Him."
"But He has loved you; with love so great that He died for your sake."
"Somebody said so. Who was it? They told me that He would 'abundantly pardon.' Yes, that was it. If I would leave all evil thoughts. 'Abundantly!'"
"He will, indeed."
"I have tried so hard to do my duty. But now—it seems all failure."
"Must it not be so? Our best doings are worth nothing, when we step into the light that streams from Him . . . You know how the spots on a white dress show in sunlight, yet you may hardly have noticed them in a dark room. And He is willing to take all those spots away, 'abundantly!'"
"I have had so little leisure to think about Him."