A village is a hive of glass, where nothing unobserved can pass

He that deserves nothing should be content with anything

A man who does nothing never has time to do anything

To feel not only submitted but willing to be anything or nothing as the Lord wills it - this is, in truth, to sing a song to our Well Beloved.

I didn't know they could hive underground like that.

Nothing reflects so much honor on a workman as a trial of his work and its endurance of it. So it is with God. It honors Him when His saints preserve their integrity.