"When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday, culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!"
"To me it seems that to give happiness is a far nobler goal that to attain it: and that what we exist for is much more a matter ofrelations to others than a matter of individual progress: much more a matter of helping others to heaven than of getting there ourselves."