Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such

It Is Difficult To Know At What Moment Love Begins; It Is Less Difficult To Know That It Has Begun.

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

Though The Mills Of God Grind Slowly, Yet They Grind Exceeding Small; Though With Patience He Stands Waiting, With Exactness Grinds He All.

I Am More Afraid Of Deserving Criticism Than Of Receiving It.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.