In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

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.

The devil, that old stager, who leads downward, perhaps, but fiddles all the way!

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.