At The Day Of Judgment We Shall

Constantly Choose Rather To Want Less, Than To Have More.

He Is Truly Great That Is Little In Himself, And That Maketh No Account Of Any Height Of Honors.

Love Is Watchful. Sleeping, It Does Not Slumber. Wearied, It Is Not Tired. Pressed, It Is Not Straitened. Alarmed, It Is Not Confused, But Like A Living Flame, A Burning Torch, It Forces Its Way Upward And Passes Unharmed Through Every Obstacle.

I Can Take Credit For Only Two Things: Pride And Sin.

A Life Without Purpose Is A Languid, Drifting Thing; Every Day We Ought To Review Our Purpose, Saying To Ourselves: This Day Let Me Make A Sound Beginning, For What We Have Hitherto Done Is Naught!