Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my knees, a noise in my ear, a light in my eye, an anything, a nothing, a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayers.

All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.