That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

Truth never hurt the teller.

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

Death: the grand perhaps.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.

When pain ends, gain ends too.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.