Since Trifles Make The Sum

When We Read, We Fancy We Could Be Martyrs; When We Come To Act, We Cannot Bear A Provoking Word.

Luxury! More Perilous To Youth Than Storms Or Quicksand, Poverty Or Chains.

Yes, Thou Art Ever Present, Power Divine; Not Circumscribed By Time, Nor Fixed By Space, Confined To Altars, Nor To Temples Bound. In Wealth, In Want, In Freedom, Or In Chains, In Dungeons Or On Thrones, The Faithful Find Thee.

A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Absence In Love Is Like Water Upon Fire; A Little Quickens, But Much Extinguishes It.