No Man Rides So High And In

We Are Never Ripe Till We Have Been Made So By Suffering.

While A Man Is Stringing A Harp, He Tries The Strings, Not For Music, But For Construction. When It Is Finished It Shall Be Played For Melodies. God Is Fashioning The Human Heart For Future Joy. He Only Sounds A String Here And There To See How Far His Work Has Progressed.

No People Are So Easy To Govern As The Intelligent, And None Are So Hard To Govern As The Ignorant.

It Is For Men To Choose Whether They Will Govern Themselves Or Be Governed.

Some People Think Black Is The Color Of Heaven, And That The More They Can Make Their Faces Look Like Midnight, The More Evidence They Have Of Grace. But God, Who Made The Sun And The Flowers, Never Sent Me To Proclaim To You Such A Lie As That.