There's a wideness in God's mercy Like the wideness of the sea Oratory Hymns.
Kind words are the music of the world.
The buried talent is the sunken rock on which most lives strike and founder.
God always fills in all hearts all the room which is left Him there.
He (God) never comes to those who do not wait.
Each hour comes with some little faggot of God's will fastened upon its back.