Bear Calamities With Meekness.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My Girl, That Keep A Husband.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.