No One Suspects The Days To Be

For The World Is Not Painted, Or Adorned, But Is From The Beginning Beautiful; And God Has Not Made Some Beautiful Things, But Beauty Is The Creator Of The Universe.

It Seems As If The Day Was Not Wholly Profane In Which We Have Given Heed To Some Natural Object.

Men Are Better Than This Theology.

The Reality Is More Excellent Than The Report.

The Only Joy In His Being Mine, Is That The Not Mine Is Mine.