Whatever Touches The Nerves Of Motive, Whatever

A Patient, Humble Temper Gathers Blessings That Are Marred By The Peevish And Overlooked By The Aspiring.

I Should Not Like To Preach To A Congregation Who All Believed As I Believe. I Would As Lief Preach To A Basket Of Eggs In Their Smooth Compactness And Oval Formality.

The Wild Bird That Flies So Lone And Far Has Somewhere Its Nest And Brood. A Little Fluttering Heart Of Love Impels Its Wings, And Points Its Course. There Is Nothing So Solitary As A Solitary Man.

It Is Those Who Make The Least Display Of Their Sorrow Who Mourn The Deepest.

Pride Is The Master Sin Of The Devil, And The Devil Is The Father Of Lies.