Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.