Tis The Hard Grey Weather Breeds Hard

Grandeur . . . Consists In Form, And Not In Size: And To The Eye Of The Philosopher, The Curve Drawn On A Paper Two Inches Long, Is Just As Magnificent, Just As Symbolic Of Divine Mysteries And Melodies, As When Embodied In The Span Of Some Cathedral Roof.

Friendship Is Like A Glass Ornament, Once It Is Broken It Can Rarely Be Put Back Together Exactly The Same Way.

And Now I'm Old And Going--i'm Sure I Can't Tell Where; One Comfort Is, This World's So Hard, I Can't Be Worse Off There

Nothing Like One Honest Look, One Honest Thought Of Christ Upon His Cross. That Tells Us How Much He Has Been Through, How Much He Endured, How Much He Conquered, How Much God Loved Us, Who Spared Not His Only Begotten Son, But Freely Gave Him For Us. Dare We Doubt Such A God? Dare We Murmur Against Such A God?

The Health Of A Church Depends Not Merely On The Creed Which It Professes, Not Even On The Wisdom And Holiness Of A Few Great Ecclesiastics, But On The Faith And Virtue Of Its Individual Members.