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# Of the Imitation of Christ/Book III/Chapter XL

CHAPTER XL.
THAT MAN HATH NO GOOD OF HIMSELF, NOR ANY THING OF WHICH HE CAN GLORY.
ORD, who is man, that Thou art so mindful of him, or the son of man, that Thou visitest him?
What hath man deserved that Thou shouldst grant him thy favour?
O Lord, what cause have I to complain, if Thou forsake me? or if Thou do not that which I desire, what can I justly say against it?
Surely this I may truly say: Lord, I am nothing, I can do nothing, I have nothing that is good of myself, but I do ever tend to nothing.
And unless Thou help me, and inwardly instruct me, I become altogether lukewarm.
2. But Thou, Lord, art always the same, and endurest for ever, always good, just, and holy, doing all things well, justly, and holily, and ordering all things with wisdom.
But I, that am more ready to go backward than forward, do not ever continue in one estate, for "seven times are passed over me."
Yet is it soon better with me, when it so pleaseth Thee, and when Thou vouchsafest to stretch forth Thy hand; for Thou canst help me, and canst so strengthen me, that my countenance shall be no more changed, but my heart shall be turned to Thee alone, and be at rest.
3. Wherefore, if I could once perfectly cast off all ​human comfort, either for the attainment of devotion, or because of mine own necessities enforcing me to seek after Thee, then might I hope in Thy grace, and rejoice for the gift of fresh consolation.
4. Thanks be unto Thee, from Whom all things proceed, whensoever it is well with me.
But I am in Thy sight mere vanity and nothing, weak, and never continuing in one stay.
Whereof then can I glory? or for what do I desire to be respected? is it that I am nothing? this is most vain.
Mere empty glory is in truth an evil pest, a great vanity; because it draweth a man from true glory, and robbeth him of heavenly grace.
For whilst he pleaseth himself, he displeaseth Thee; whilst he gapeth after the praise of men, he is deprived of true virtues.
5. But the true glory and holy exultation is for a man to glory in Thee, and not in himself; to rejoice in Thy name, not in his own strength, and not to deligh in any creature but for Thy sake.
Praised be Thy name, not mine; magnified be Thy work, not mine. Let Thy holy Name be blessed, but to me let no part of men's praises be given.
Thou art my glory, Thou art the joy of my heart.
In Thee will I glory and rejoice all the day, but as for myself I will not glory, but in my infirmities.
6. Let the Jews seek honour one of another, I will seek that which cometh alone from God.
For all human glory, all temporal honour, all worldly elevation, compared to Thy eternal glory, is vanity and folly.
​O my God, my Truth, and my Mercy, O Blessed Trinity, to Thee alone be praise, honour, power, and glory for ever and ever.
# Of the Imitation of Christ/Book III/Chapter XLVI

CHAPTER XLVI.
OF PUTTING OUR TRUST IN GOD WHEN EVIL WORDS ARISE.
Y son, stand steadily, and put thy trust in Me: for what are words, but words?
They fly through the air, but hurt not.
If thou be guilty, see that thou art willing to amend thyself; if conscience reproach thee not, suffer willingly for God's sake.
It is a small matter to suffer sometimes from words, if thou hast not the courage to endure hard stripes.
And why do such small matters go to thy heart, but because thou art yet carnal, and regardest men more than thou oughtest?
For it is because thou art afraid to be despised, that thou art not willing to be reproved for thy faults, but seekest the shelter of excuses.
2. But look better into thyself, and thou shalt acknowledge that the world is yet alive in thee, and a vain desire to please men.
For when thou shrinkest from abasement, and from reproving for thy faults, it is evident that thou art neither truly humble, nor truly dead to the world, nor the world crucified to thee.
But to My words give diligent ear, and thou shalt not regard ten thousand words spoken by men.
Behold, if all should be spoken against thee that ​could be most maliciously invented, what would it hurt thee, if thou sufferedst it to pass entirely away, could it pluck so much as one hair from thy head?
3. But he that hath no heart within him, and hath not God before his eyes, is easily moved with a word of dispraise.
Whereas he that trusteth in Me, and hath no wish to trust in his own judgment, shall be free from the fear of men.
For I am the judge and the discerner of all secrets: I know him that offered the injury, and him that suffered it.
From Me hath this proceeded; by My permission this hath happened, that the thoughts of many hearts might be revealed.
I shall judge the guilty, and the innocent; but by a secret judgment I beforehand have proved them both.
4. The testimony of men oftentimes deceiveth; but My judgment is true; it shall stand and not be overthrown.
It is commonly hidden, and not known in all respects, but to few; notwithstanding it never erreth, neither can it err, although to the eyes of the foolish it seemeth not right.
Men ought therefore to have recourse to Me in every judgment, and not to lean on their own judgment.
For the just man will not be moved, whatsoever befalleth him from God; and if an unjust charge be brought against him, he will not be troubled.
Neither will he rejoice foolishly, if by means of others he be vindicated.
​For he considereth that I am He that searcheth the heart and reins, and judge not according to human appearance.
For oftentimes in My sight that is found worthy of blame, which in the judgment of men is thought to be commendable.
5. O Lord God, the just judge, strong and patient, Thou Who knowest the frailty and wickedness of men, be Thou my strength, for mine own conscience sufficeth me not.
Although against myself I know nothing, yet I cannot justify myself hereby; for in Thy sight shall no man living be justified without Thy mercy.
Of Thy mercy then forgive me whenever I have done amiss, and when trials come grant me Thy grace to endure them.
# Of the Imitation of Christ/Book III/Chapter XLI

CHAPTER XLI.
OF THE CONTEMPT OF TEMPORAL HONOUR.
Y son, trouble not thyself, if thou see others honoured and advanced, whilst thou art contemned and debased.
Lift up thy heart into heaven to Me, and the contempt of men on earth shall not grieve thee.
Lord, we are blind, and are quickly misled by vanity.
If I look rightly into myself, I cannot say that any creature hath ever done me wrong: and therefore I cannot justly complain before Thee.
2. But because I have often and grievously sinned against Thee, all creatures do justly take arms against me.
Therefore, unto me shame and contempt are justly due, but unto Thee praise, honour, and glory.
And unless I prepare myself with cheerful willingness to be despised and forsaken of all creatures, and to be esteemed as nothing, I cannot obtain inward peace and stability, nor be spiritually enlightened, nor be fully united unto Thee.
# Of the Imitation of Christ/Book III/Chapter XLIII

CHAPTER XLIII.
AGAINST VAIN AND SECULAR LEARNING.
ET not the sayings of men move thee, however fair and ingenious they may be. "For the kingdom of God consisteth not in word, but in power."
Consider well My words, for they inflame the heart, and enlighten the mind; they cause compunction, and carry with them much consolation.
Never read the word of God in order to appear more leaned or more wise.
Be studious for the mortification of thy sins; for this will profit thee more than the knowledge of many difficult questions.
2. When thou shalt have read and known many things, thou must ever return to the one beginning and principle.
​I am He that teacheth man knowledge; and I give to little children a clearer understanding than can be taught by man.
Therefore he, to whom I speak, shall quickly be wise, and shall profit much in the Spirit.
Woe be to them that enquire many curious things of men, and care little about the way of serving Me.
The time will come, when the Master of masters, Christ the Lord, shall appear, to hear the lessons of all, that is, to examine the consciences of every one.
And then will He search Jerusalem with candles; and the hidden things of darkness shall be laid open, and the arguings of men's tongues shall be silent.
3. I am He who in one instant do raise up the humble mind, so that a man shall understand more of the eternal truth, than if he had studied ten years in the schools.
I teach without noise of words, without confusion of opinions, without the desire of honour, without arguments.
I am He who instructs men to despise earthly things, to loathe things present, to seek things heavenly, to flee honours, to endure offences, to place all hope in Me, out of Me to desire nothing, and above all things ardently to love Me.
4. A certain one by entirely loving Me, became instructed in divine things, and was wont to speak admirable truths.
He profited more by forsaking all things, than by studying niceties.
But to some men I speak common things, to others things uncommon; to some I appear sweetly by signs ​and figures, and to some I reveal mysteries with much light.
The voice of books is indeed one, but it instructs not all alike; I am the teacher of the truth, I am the searcher of the heart, the discerner of the thoughts, the mover of actions, distributing to every man as I judge meet.
# Of the Imitation of Christ/Book III/Chapter XLII

CHAPTER XLII.
THAT OUR PEACE IS NOT TO BE SET ON MEN.
F thou rest thy peace on any because of the opinion thou hast of him, or because of thine intimate acquaintance with him, thou shalt ever be inconstant.
But if thou have recourse unto the everliving and abiding Truth, the departure or death of a friend will not grieve thee.
Thy regard for thy friend ought to be grounded in Me; and for My sake is he to be beloved, whosoever he be that thou thinkest well of, and who is very dear unto thee in this life.
Without Me friendship hath no strength, and no continuance; neither is that love true and pure, which is not knit by Me.
Thou oughtest to be so dead to affections towards thy friends, that thou shouldst be willing to be without all human friendship.
Man approacheth so much the nearer unto God, the farther he departeth from all earthly comfort.
And the lower he descendeth in himself, and the meaner he becometh in his own sight, the higher he ascendeth to God.
But he that attributeth any good unto himself, hindereth the entry of God's grace; for the grace of the Holy Spirit ever seeketh an humble heart.
If thou couldest perfectly annihilate thyself, and empty thyself of all created love, then should I be ​constrained to flow into thee with great abundance of grace.
When thou lookest unto the creature, the sight of the Creator is withdrawn from thee.
Learn in all things to overcome thyself, for the love of thy Creator, and then shalt thou be able to attain to divine knowledge.
How small soever anything be, if it be inordinately loved and regarded, it keepeth thee back from the highest good.
# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Olivit Brothers

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United States Supreme Court
243 U.S. 574
Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Olivit Brothers
Argued: April 9 and 10, 1917. --- Decided: April 30, 1917
Messrs. Frederic D. McKenney, John Spalding Flannery, Albert C. Wall, and John A. Hartpence for plaintiff in error.
[Argument of Counsel from pages 575-576 intentionally omitted]
Messrs. Edward P. Stout and George S. Hobart for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice McKenna delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Rychlik

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## Concurring Opinion

    Frankfurter
United States Supreme Court
352 U.S. 480
Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Rychlik
Argued: Dec. 10, 1956. --- Decided: Feb 25, 1957
Mr. Richard N. Clattenburg, Philadelphia, Pa., for petitioner, Pennsylvania Railroad.
Mr. Henry Kaiser, Washington, D.C., for petitioner, Brotherhood of Railroad Trainmen.
Messrs. Norman M. Spindelman and Meyer Fix, Rochester, N.Y., for the respondent.
Mr. Justice HARLAN delivered the opinion of the Court.

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# Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Sonman Shaft Coal Company

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United States Supreme Court
242 U.S. 120
Pennsylvania Railroad Company v. Sonman Shaft Coal Company
Argued: May 14, 1915. --- Decided: October 25, 1915
Messrs. Francis I. Gowen, John G. Johnson, and Frederic D. McKenney for plaintiff in error.
Messrs. A. M. Liveright and A. L. Cole for defendant in error.
Mr. Justice Van Devanter delivered the opinion of the court:

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# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/The Truce of Christmas

THE TRUCE OF CHRISTMAS
PASSIONATE peace is in the sky— And in the snow in silver sealed The beasts are perfect in the field, And men seem men so suddenly— (But take ten swords and ten times ten And blow the bugle in praising men; For we are for all men under the sun, And they are against us every one; And misers haggle and madmen clutch, And there is peril in praising much, And we have the terrible tongues uncurled That praise the world to the sons of the world.)
The idle humble hill and wood Are bowed upon the sacred birth, And for one little hour the earth Is lazy with the love of good— (But ready are you, and ready am I, If the battle blow and the guns go by; For we are for all men under the sun, And they are against us every one; And the men that hate herd all together, To pride and gold, and the great white feather, ​And the thing is graven in star and stone That the men who love are all alone.)
Hunger is hard and time is tough, But bless the beggars and kiss the kings, For hope has broken the heart of things, And nothing was ever praised enough. (But hold the shield for a sudden swing And point the sword when you praise a thing, For we are for all men under the sun, And they are against us every one; And mime and merchant, thane and thrall Hate us because we love them all; Only till Christmastide go by Passionate peace is in the sky.)
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/The Wise Men

THE WISE MEN
STEP softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pray; The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way.
Oh, we have learnt to peer and pore On tortured puzzles from our youth, We know all the labyrinthine lore, We are the three wise men of yore, And we know all things but the truth.
We have gone round and round the hill And lost the wood among the trees, And learnt long names for every ill, And serve the made gods, naming still The Furies the Eumenides.
The gods of violence took the veil Of vision and philosophy, The Serpent that brought all men bale, He bites his own accursed tail, And calls himself Eternity.
Go humbly . . . it has hailed and snowed . . .
With voices low and lanterns lit; So very simple is the road, That we may stray from it.
​The world grows terrible and white, And blinding white the breaking day; We walk bewildered in the light, For something is too large for sight, And something much too plain to say.
The Child that was ere worlds begun (. . . We need but walk a little way, We need but see a latch undone . . .) The Child that played with moon and sun Is playing with a little hay.
The house from which the heavens are fed, The old strange house that is our own, Where trick of words are never said, And Mercy is as plain as bread, And Honour is as hard as stone.
Go humbly, humble are the skies, And low and large and fierce the Star; So very near the Manger lies That we may travel far.
Hark! Laughter like a lion wakes To roar to the resounding plain. And the whole heaven shouts and shakes, For God Himself is born again, And we are little children walking Through the snow and rain.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/To Edmund Clerihew Bentley

TO EDMUND CLERIHEW BENTLEY
THE DEDICATION OF THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY
A CLOUD was on the mind of men, and wailing went the weather, Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we were boys together. Science announced nonentity and art admired decay; The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay. Round us in antic order their crippled vices came— Lust that had lost its laughter, fear that had lost its shame. Like the white lock of Whistler, that lit our aimless gloom, Men showed their own white feather as proudly as a plume. Life was a fly that faded, and death a drone that stung; The world was very old indeed when you and I were young. They twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be named: Men were ashamed of honour; but we were not ashamed. ​Weak if we were and foolish, not thus we failed, not thus; When that black Baal blocked the heavens he had no hymns from us. Children we were—our forts of sand were even as weak as we, High as they went we piled them up to break that bitter sea. Fools as we were in motley, all jangling and absurd, When all church bells were silent our cap and bells were heard.
Not all unhelped we held the fort, our tiny flags unfurled; Some giants laboured in that cloud to lift it from the world. I find again the book we found, I feel the hour that flings Far out of fish-shaped Paumanok some cry of cleaner things; And the Green Carnation withered, as in forest fires that pass, Roared in the wind of all the world ten million leaves of grass; Or sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in the rain— Truth out of Tusitala spoke and pleasure out of pain. Yea, cool and clear and sudden as a bird sings in the grey, Dunedin to Samoa spoke, and darkness unto day. ​But we were young; we lived to see God break their bitter charms, God and the good Republic come riding back in arms: We have seen the City of Mansoul, even as it rocked, relieved— Blessed are they who did not see, but being blind, believed.
This is a tale of those old fears, even of those emptied hells, And none but you shall understand the true thing that it tells— Of what colossal gods of shame could cow men and yet crash, Of what huge devils hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash. The doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand— Oh, who shall understand but you; yea, who shall understand? The doubts that drove us through the night as we two talked amain, And day had broken on the streets e'er it broke upon the brain. Between us, by the peace of God, such truth can now be told; Yea, there is strength in striking root and good in growing old. ​We have found common things at last, and marriage and a creed,
And I may safely write it now, and you may safely read.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/The Strange Music

THE STRANGE MUSIC
OTHER loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack, But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon my back, Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret, Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet.
In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath ere let fall, In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all; Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame, Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name.
Not as mine, my soul's annointed, not as mine the rude and light Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight; ​Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar, Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.
But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once, Hoary Time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce. But I will not fear to match them—no, by God, I will not fear, I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/The Wife of Flanders

THE WIFE OF FLANDERS
LOW and brown barns thatched and repatched and tattered Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . . This is not Paris. You have lost the way.
You, staring at your sword to find it brittle, Surprised at the surprise that was your plan, Who shaking and breaking barriers not a little Find never more the death-door of Sedan.
Must I for more than carnage call you claimant, Paying you a penny for each son you slay? Man, the whole globe in gold were no repayment For what you have lost. And how shall I repay?
What is the price of that red spark that caught me From a kind farm that never had a name? What is the price of that dead man they brought me? For other dead men do not look the same.
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple Whereon you shattered what you shall not know, How should I pay you, miserable people? How should I pay you everything you owe?
​Unhappy, can I give you back your honour?
Though I forgave would any man forget?
While all the great green land has trampled on her
The treason and terror of the night we met.
Not any more in vengeance or in pardon
An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers.
You have no word to break: no heart to harden.
Ride on and prosper. You have lost your spurs.
# Poems (Chesterton, 1915)/The New Freethinker

THE NEW FREETHINKER
JOHN Grubby, who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate's knee; (For so the eternal strife must rage Between the spirit of the age And Dogma, which, as is well known, Does simply hate to be outgrown). Grubby, the young idea that shoots, Outgrew the ages like old boots; While still, to all appearance, small, Would have no Miracles at all; And just before the age of ten Firmly refused Free Will to men. The altars reeled, the heavens shook, Just as he read of in the book; Flung from his house went forth the youth Alone with tempests and the Truth, Up to the distant city and dim Where his papa had bought for him A partnership in Chepe and Deer Worth, say, twelve hundred pounds a year. But he was resolute. Lord Brute Had found him useful; and Lord Loot, With whom few other men would act, Valued his promptitude and tact; ​Never did even philanthropy Enrich a man more rapidly: 'Twas he that stopped the Strike in Coal, For hungry children racked his soul; To end their misery there and then He filled the mines with Chinamen— Sat in that House that broke the Kings, And voted for all sorts of things— And rose from Under-Sec. to Sec. With scarce a murmur or a check. Some grumbled. Growlers who gave less Than generous worship to success, The little printers in Dundee Who got ten years for blasphemy, (Although he let them off with seven) Respect him rather less than heaven. No matter. This can still be said: Never to supernatural dread, Never to unseen deity, Did Sir John Grubby bend the knee; Never did dream of hell or wrath Turn Viscount Grubby from his path; Nor was he bribed by fabled bliss To kneel to any world but this. The curate lives in Camden Town, His lap still empty of renown, And still across the waste of years John Grubby, in the House of Peers, Faces that curate, proud and free, And never sits upon his knee.