Lions Would Have Fared Better, Had Lions

There Are Wounds Of The Spirit Which Never Close And Are Intended In God's Mercy To Bring Us Nearer To Him, And To Prevent Us Leaving Him By Their Very Perpetuity. Such Wounds Then May Almost Be Taken As A Pledge, Or At Least As A Ground For A Humble Trust, That God Will Give Us The Great Gift Of Perseverance To The End. This Is How I Comfort Myself In My Own Great Bereavements.

I Loved The Garish Day, And, Spite Of Fears, Pride Ruled My Will: Remember Not Past Years.

God Has Created All Things For Good; All Things For Their Greatest Good; Everything For Its Own Good. What Is The Good Of One Is Not The Good Of Another; What Makes One Man Happy Would Make Another Unhappy. God Has Determined, Unless I Interfere With His Plan, That I Should Reach That Which Will Be My Greatest Happiness. He Looks On Me Individually, He Calls Me By My Name, He Knows What I Can Do, What I Can Best Be, What Is My Greatest Happiness, And He Means To Give It Me.

Faith Ventures And Hazards . . . Counting The Costs And Delighting In The Sacrifice.

A Great Memory Is Never Made Synonymous With Wisdom, Any More Than A Dictionary Would Be Called A Treatise.