Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
