You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

When pain ends, gain ends too.

Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.

The candid incline to surmise of late that the Christian faith proves false.