Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And Heart Or Arts.