Like A Bird She Seems To Wear

The Mere Wit Is Only A Human Bauble. He Is To Life What Bells Are To Horses-not Expected To Draw The Load, But Only To Jingle While The Horses Draw.

We Are Always On The Anvil; By Trials God Is Shaping Us For Higher Things.

Our Best Successes Often Come After Our Greatest Disappointments.

If You Are Idle, You Are On The Road To Ruin; And There Are Few Stopping-places Upon It. It Is Rather A Precipice Than A Road

Every Man Is Full Of Music; But It Is Not Every Man That Knows How To Bring It Out.