To Make The Common Marvelous

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.

You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

Behind The Dim Unknown, Standeth God With The Shadow, Keeping Watch Above His Own.

Most Men Make The Voyage Of Life As If They Carried Sealed Orders Which They Were Not To Open Till They Were Fairly In Mid-ocean.