In Men This Blunder Still You Find;

In Men This Blunder Still You Find; All Think Their Little Set Mankind.

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

Love Never Reasons, But Profusely Gives, Gives, Like A Thoughtless Prodigal, Its All, And Trembles Then, Lest It Has Done Too Little.

A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Prayer Is Not Eloquence, But Earnestness; Not The Definition Of Helplessness, But The Feeling Of It; Not Figures Of Speech, But Earnestness Of Soul.