But What Is Past My

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

If Men Wound You With Injuries, Meet Them With Patience; Hasty Words Rankle The Wound, Soft Language Dresses It, Forgiveness Cures It, And Oblivion Takes Away The Scar. It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.