A life spent in brushing clothes, and washing crockery, and sweeping floors – a life which the proud of the earth would have treated as the dust under their feet; a life spent at the clerk’s desk; a life spent in the narrow shop; a life spent in the laborer’s hut, may yet be a life so ennobled by God’s loving mercy that for the sake of it a king might gladly yield his crown.
– Farrar
