There Are Many Who Stumble

Our Work Is Great; Our Time Is Short; The Consequences Of Our Labors Are Infinite.

If It Were Possible For Me To Alter Any Part Of His Plan, I Could Only Spoil It.

A Bowler Can Make Or Break A Chap.

Although My Memory's Fading, I Remember Two Things Very Clearly: I Am A Great Sinner And Christ Is A Great Savior.

The Midsummer Sun Shines But Dim, The Fields Strive In Vain To Look Gay; But When I Am Happy In Him December's As Pleasant As May.