The Great Fact Is, That Life Is

There Are No Disappointments To Those Whose Wills Are Buried In The Will Of God.

Poor Human Nature Cannot Do Everything; And Kindness Is Too Often Left Uncultivated, Because Men Do Not Sufficiently Understand Its Value. Men May Be Charitable, Yet Not Kind; Merciful, Yet Not Kind; Self-denying, Yet Not Kind. If They Would Add A Little Common Kindness To Their Uncommon Graces, They Would Convert Ten Where They Now Only Abate The Prejudice Of One.

The Buried Talent Is The Sunken Rock On Which Most Lives Strike And Founder.

Ye Heavens, How Sang They In Your Courts, How Sang The Angelic Choir That Day, When From His Tomb The Imprisoned God, Like The Strong Sunrise, Broke Away?

Eternity Will Not Be Long Enough To Learn All He Is, Or To Praise Him For All He Has Done, But Then, That Matters Not; For We Shall Be Always With Him, And We Desire Nothing More.