For I know now what Wheeler Street is, and I know what Morgan Chapel is there for, in the midst of those crooked alleys, those saloons, those pawnshops, those gloomy tenements.

It is there to apply soap and water, and it is doing that all the time.

I have learned, since my deliverance from Wheeler Street, that there is more than one road to any given goal.

I should look with respect at Brother Hotchkins applying soap and water in his own way, convinced at last that my way is not the only way.

Men must work with those tools to the use of which they are best fitted by nature.