We Have Much To Hope From The

If The Man Who Observes The Myriad Stars, And Considers That They And Their Innumerable Satellites Move In Their Serene Dignity Through The Heavens, Each Swinging Clear Of The Other's Orbit-if, I Say, The Man Who Sees This Cannot Realise The Creator's Attributes Without The Help Of The Book Of Job, Then His View Of Things Is Beyond My Understanding.

It Is Decreed By A Merciful Nature That The Human Brain Cannot Think Of Two Things Simultaneously . . .

There Is Nothing Like First-hand Evidence.

Jealousy Is A Strange Transformer Of Characters.

My Mind Rebels At Stagnation, Give Me Problems, Give Me Work!