The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For

Man Can See His Reflection In Water Only When He Bends Down Close To It, And The Heart Of Man, Too, Must Lean Down To The Heart Of His Fellow; Then It Will See Itself Within His Heart.

Eternity Is A Depth Which No Geometry Can Measure, No Arithmetic Calculate, No Imagination Conceive, No Rhetoric Describe.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest.

There Is One Single Fact That One May Oppose To All The Wit And Argument Of Infidelity; Namely, That No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death-bed.

Love Never Reasons, But Profusely Gives, Gives, Like A Thoughtless Prodigal, Its All, And Trembles Then, Lest It Has Done Too Little.