Man Hath Weaved Out A Net, And

When God's Hand Is Bent To Strike, It Is A Fearful Thing To Fall Into The Hands Of The Living God ; But To Fall Out Of The Hands Of The Living God Is A Horror Beyond Our Expression, Beyond Our Imagination.

Never Start With Tomorrow To Reach Eternity. Eternity Is Not Being Reached By Small Steps.

...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If Our Two Loves Be One Or Thou And I Love So Alike That None Can Slacken, None Can Die.

Yesternight The Sun Went Hence, And Yet Is Here Today.

No Man Is An Island Unto Himself.