The Buried Talent Is The Sunken Rock

Is The Scrupulous Attention I Am Paying To The Government Of My Tongue At All Proportioned To That Tremendous Truth Revealed Through St. James, That If I Do Not Bridle My Tongue, All My Religion Is Vain?

For Children Is There Any Happiness Which Is Not Also Noise?

O Majesty Unspeakable And Dread!wert Thou Less Mighty Than Thou Art,thou Wert, O Lord, Too Great For Our Belief,too Little For Our Heart.

We Strain Hardest For Things Which Are Almost But Not Quite Within Our Reach.

Small Things Are Best: Grief And Unrest To Rank And Wealth Are Given; But Little Things On Little Wings Bear Little Souls To Heaven.