Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

Dear Lord, Our God And Saviour! For Thy Gifts The World Were Poor In Thanks, Though Every Soul Were To Do Nought But Breathe Them, Every Blade Of Grass, And Every Atomie Of Earth To Utter It Like Dew.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.