Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.
Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
Women hate a debt as men a gift.
At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.
All service is the same with God.
We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.