Life revealed itself to her as a struggle between the higher and lower nature, a conflict in the will between good and evil.
She was at the heart of evolution.
It became evident to Miss Royden that she had discovered for herself both a constituency and a church.

Some years after making this discovery she abandoned all other work, and ever since, first at the City Temple and now at the Guildhouse in Eccleston Square, has been one of the most effective advocates in this country of personal religion.
She does not impress one by the force of her intellect, but rather by the force of her humanity.

You take it for granted that she is a scholar; you are aware of her intellectual gifts, I mean, only as you are aware of her breeding.

The main impression she makes is one of full humanity, humanity at its best, humanity that is pure but not self-righteous, charitable but not sentimental, just but not hard, true but not mechanical in consistency, frank but not gushing.

Out of all this come two things, the sense of two realisms, the realism of her political faith, and the realism of her religious faith.