Yea, Though The Breath Of

We Are Never Ripe Till We Have Been Made So By Suffering.

There Was Never A Person Who Did Anything Worth Doing That He Did Not Receive More Than He Gave.

You May Say, "i Wish To Send This Ball So As To Kill The Lion Crouching Yonder, Ready To Spring Upon Me. My Wishes Are All Right, And I Hope Providence Will Direct The Ball." Providence Won't. You Must Do It; And If You Do Not, You Are A Dead Man.

Beauty May Be Said To Be God's Trademark In Creation.

The Beginning Is The Promise Of The End.