So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse Met ever, and to shameful silence brought, Yet gives not o'er though desperate of success.

When I wanted to know something, I wanted it undistorted by somebody else's imperfect knowledge.

The soft droppes of raine perce the hard Marble, many strokes overthrow the tallest Oke.

Whatever gets you through the night

No one can travel so far that he does not make some progess each day. So let us never give up. Then we shall move forward daily in the Lord's way. And let us never despair because of our limited success. Even though it is so much less than we would like, our labour is not wasted when today is better than yesterday!

Best image of myself and dearer half.