Commemoration of Caroline Chisholm, Social Reformer, 1877 You and I drift on through the years dully enough, because we do not believe in God, not really, and so we have no expectation. But Jesus did believe in Him, was sure He is alive and abroad in the world; that, therefore, anything may happen any hour. And thus to Him any smallest incident was a magic casement opening upon who could tell what possibilities. A fisherman offers Him a crude, inchoate half-faith, and with that He is sure that He can found a world-wide Church that will defy the powers of evil, aye, and grind them into nothingness at last: a dying brigand, paying the just penalties of his crimes, gropes towards Him in the darkness with the vague hands of a blind man, and, founding upon that, Christ dies, quite sure that He has won: two or three Gentiles seek an interview with Him, and He sees a whole teeming world of men and women being saved.

You cound'nt pull a pint, never mind a bird.

The compensations of calamity are made apparent to the understanding also, after long intervals of time.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

One thing is forever good; That one thing is Success.

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.

My country right or wrong; when right, to keep her right; when wrong, to put her right.

Every tomorrow has two handles. We can take hold of it by the handle of anxiety, or by the handle of faith.

We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal.

It is necessary to try to surpass one's self always; this occupation ought to last as long as life.

No, misery makes sport to mock itself.

Feast of John Keble, Priest, Poet, Tractarian, 1866 The deaf may hear the Saviour's voice, The fettered tongue its chains may break; But the deaf heart, the dumb by choice, The laggard soul that will not wake, The guilt that scorns to be forgiven -- These baffle e'en the spells of heaven.

Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak; The delight of old and young, Though I speak without a tongue. Nought but one thing can confound me, Many voices joining round me, Then I fret, and rave, and gabble, Like the labourers of Babel.

Well, there's no one at all, they do be saying, but is deserving of some punishment from the very minute of his birth.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation.

All comes out even at the end of the day.

Of course everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at all.

The Bear and the Fox A bear boasted very much of his philanthropy, saying that of all animals he was the most tender in his regard for man, for he had such respect for him that he would not even touch his dead body. A Fox hearing these words said with a smile to the Bear, Oh! that you would eat the dead and not the living.

A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.