The Sight Of Me Is Good For

The Great Grindstone, Earth, Had Turned When Mr. Lorry Looked Out Again, And The Sun Was Red On The Courtyard. But, The Lesser Grindstone Stood Alone There In The Calm Morning Air, With Red Upon It That The Sun Had Never Give, And Would Never Take Away.

It Is Not Possible To Know How Far The Influence Of Any Amiable, Honest-hearted Duty-doing Man Flies Out Into The World, But It Is Very Possible To Know How It Has Touched One's Self In Going By.

Nothing That We Do, Is Done In Vain. I Believe, With All My Soul, That We Shall See Triumph.

Life Is Made Of Ever So Many Partings Welded Together.

It Is A Most Miserable Thing To Feel Ashamed Of Home.