The Faculties Of Our Souls Differ As

If There Be One Attribute Of The Deity Which Astonishes Me More Than Another, It Is The Attribute Of Patience. The Great Soul That Sits On The Throne Of The Universe Is Not, Never Was, And Never Will Be, In A Hurry. In The Realm Of Nature, Every Thing Has Been Wrought Out In The August Consciousness Of Infinite Leisure; And I Bless God For That Geology Which Gives Me A Key To The Patience In Which The Creative Process Was Effected.

Idleness Is The Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

What Is The Little One Thinking About? Very Wonderful Things, No Doubt; Unwritten History! Unfathomed Mystery! Yet He Laughs And Cries, And Eats And Drinks, And Chuckles And Crows, And Nods And Winks, As If His Head Were As Full Of Kinks And Curious Riddles As Any Sphinx!

There Is Nothing More Precious To A Man Than His Will; There Is Nothing Which He Relinquishes With So Much Reluctance.

A Man May Carry The Whole Scheme Of Christian Truth In His Mind From Boyhood To Old Age Without The Slightest Effect Upon His Character And Aims. It Has Had Less Influence Than The Multiplication Table.