by F. B. Meyer

When by the grace of God we have been
delivered from grosser forms of sin, we are
still liable to the subtle working of SELF in
our holiest and loveliest hours.

SELF poisons our motives.

SELF breathes decay on our fairest fruit bearing.

SELF whispers seductive flatteries into our pleased ears.

SELF turns the heart from its holy purpose.

SELF aims at personal advantage, acquiring the
praise and commendation of men. Or in some
other way it aims at self aggrandizement.