The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.
Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?
Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?
Imperfection means perfection hid.
Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.