There Would Not Be So Many Open

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together. The Sun, Rising And Declining, Makes Long Shadows; At Mid Day, When He Is Highest, None At All.

The Life Of Doctrine Is In Application.

I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And Much Learning Met Together.