What joy is better than the news of friends?
Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
The trouble that most of us find with the modern matched sets of clubs is that they don't really seem to know any more about the game than the old ones did.
Desire joy and thank God for it. Renounce it, if need be, for other's sake. That's joy beyond joy.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.