We Under No Circumstances Know The Appreciate

It Is A Man Dying With His Harness On That Angels Love To Escort Upward.

Every Tomorrow Has Two Handles. We Can Take Hold Of It With The Handle Of Anxiety Or The Handle Of Faith. We Should Live For The Future, And Yet Should Find Our Life In The Fidelities Of The Present; The Last Is Only The Method Of The First.

Many Yet Are The Secret Truths Of God Which Will Be Unfolded As They Are Needed.

True Elegance Becomes The More So As It Approaches Simplicity.

God Has Made Sleep To Be A Sponge By Which To Rub Out Fatigue. A Man's Roots Are Planted In Night As In A Soil.