VI.  Quotations
One Solitary Life Here   is   a   young   man   who   was   born   in   an   obscure   village,   the   child   of   a   peasant   woman.   He   worked   in   a carpenter's   shop   until   he   was   thirty,   and   then   for   three   years   he   was   an   itinerant   preacher.   He   never   wrote a   book.   He   never   held   an   office.   He   never   owned   a   home.   He   never   had   a   family.   He   did   none   of   those things we usually associate with greatness. He had no credentials but himself. While   he   was   still   a   young   man,   the   tide   of   public   pinion   turned   against   him.   His   friends   ran   away.   He   was turned   over   to   his   enemies.   He   went   through   the   mockery   of   a   trial.   He   was   nailed   to   a   cross   between   two thieves.   While   he   was   dying,   his   executioners   gambled   for   the   only   piece   of   property   he   had   on   earth,   and that   was   his   coat.   When   he   was   dead,   he   was   laid   in   a   borrowed   tomb   through   the   pity   of   a   friend.   Nineteen centuries   have   come   and   gone,   and   today   he   is   the   central   figure   of   the   human   race,   and   the   leader   of   the column of progress. All   the   armies   that   ever   marched,   all   the   navies   that   ever   sailed,   all   the   parliaments   that   ever   sat,   all   the kings   that   ever   reigned,   put   together,   have   not   affected   the   life   of   man   upon   this   earth   as   has   that   one solitary life. Anon.