And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.