God's Mill Grinds Slow, But Sure.

Being On Sea Saile, Being On Land Settle. [being On Sea, Sail; Being On Land, Settle.]

'it's This Accursed Science,' I Cried. 'it's The Very Devil. The Mediaeval Priests And Persecutors Were Right, And The Moderns Are All Wrong. You Tamper With It-and It Offers You Gifts. And Directly You Take Them It Knocks You To Pieces In Some Unexpected Way.'

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.