Good Prayers Never Come Creeping

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

Heaven Hath Many Tongues To Talk Of It, More Eyes To Behold It, But Few Hearts That Rightly Affect It.

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.

God Loveth Adverbs; And Cares Not How Good, But How Well.

It Is Of No Small Commendation To Manage A Little Well. To Live Well In Abundance Is The Praise Of The Estate, Not Of The Person. I Will Study More How To Give A Good Account Of My Little, Than How To Make It More.