Those That Hope Little Cannot Grow Much.

For This, Deep Waters Whelm The Fruitful Lea, Wars Ravage, Famine Wastes, Plague Withers, Nor Shall Cease Till Men Have Chosen The Better Part.

And So All Growth That Is Not Towards God Is Growing To Decay.

Love Makes Everything Lovely; Hate Concentrates Itself On The One Thing Hated.

When We Are Out Of Sympathy With The Young, Then I Think Our Work In This World Is Over

But It Is Not The Rich Man Only Who Is Under The Dominion Of Things; They Too Are Slaves Who, Having No Money, Are Unhappy From The Lack Of It.