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 occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

Who are a little wise the best fools be.

Man hath weaved out a net, and this net throwne upon the Heavens, and now they are his own.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.