He Who Has Once Taken To Drink

All Desire The Gifts Of God, But They Do Not Desire God.

We Do Not So Much Want Books For Good People, As Books Which Will Make Bad Ones Better.

Glory Darts Her Soul-pervading Ray On Thrones And Cottages, Regardless Still Of All The Artificial Nice Distinctions Vain Human Customs Make.

Gentleness Is The Outgrowth Of Benignity.

Everything Which Relates To God Is Infinite. We Must Therefore, While We Keep Our Hearts Humble, Keep Our Aims High. Our Highest Services Are Indeed But Finite, Imperfect. But As God Is Unlimited In Goodness, He Should Have Our Unlimited Love.