Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

Continued Work And Application Form My Soul's Nourishment. So Soon As I Commenced To Rest And Relax I Should Cease To Live.

Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than Himself.

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

I Desire That Death Find Me Ready And Writing, Or If It Please Christ, Praying And Intears.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.