Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them

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.

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

Lowliness Is The Base Of Every Virtue, And He Who Goes The Lowest Builds The Safest.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.

Death Is Another Life.