If I Had More Time I Would

Man Is To Himself The Most Wonderful Object In Nature; For He Cannot Conceive What The Body Is, Still Less What The Mind Is, And Least Of All How A Body Should Be United To A Mind. This Is The Consummation Of His Difficulties, And Yet It Is His Very Being.

Le Moi Est Ha|«s Sable. The Self Is Hateful.

Love Knows No Limit To Its Endurance, No End To Its Trust, No Fading Of Its Hope; It Can Outlast Anything. Love Still Stands When All Else Has Fallen.

We Must Keep Our Thought Secret, And Judge Everything By It, While Talking Like The People.

We Must Make Good People Wish That The Christian Faith Were True, And Then Show That It Is.