
“Do not say that you no outfit, no capital to start with! Young man, go down to the Mercantile Library and get some books and read of what wonderful mechanism God gave you in your hand, in your foot, in your eye, in your ear; and then ask some doctor to take you into the dissecting-room and illustrate to you what you have read about; and never again commit the blasphemy of saying that you have no capitol to start with. Equipped! Why, the poorest young man in the land is equipped as only the God of the whole universe could afford to equip him.”
I like that last line that begs the admission, ‘how can I say I have no great advantage when I look at this body machine God designed?’ A machine that has limitless physical abilities; but not to be outdone by the even more limitless abilities of the mind. Could we ever ask for a design to get along in this world that would have so many advantages and the designer and builder is God?