Try First Thyself, And After Call In

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.