I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
It takes a bee to get the honey out
God, give me hills to climb, And strength for climbing!
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -
A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!
God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.