Most Progress Is Most Failure.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.

Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden Thought.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

Go Practice If You Please With Men And Women: Leave A Child Alone For Christ's Particular Love's Sake!