It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.