Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

A Disarmed Peace Is Weake.

Good Workmen Are Seldom Rich.

Evening Words Are Not Like To Morning.