It is, however, up to me, with God’s help, to fashion myself of that clay and those chemicals and that tentative personality and that spirit, into something approximating what He should like me to be. In my wallet, I have three pieces of paper; they are yellowed and frayed. I refer to them constantly. One says, “What doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with thy God.” Did I do so, that day? Another says, “I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, I can do or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” Did I measure up to that, this day?