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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
We hand folks over to God’s mercy, and show none ourselves.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.