I Envy That Man Who Passes Through

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They Are There, But Not In It.

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.