God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

A fretful fancy is constantly flinging its possessor into gratuitous tophets.

Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.

Every man is his own greatest dupe.

What is the highest secret to victory and peace? To will what God wills, and strike a league with destiny.

God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.

Words of love are works of love.