The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

There's time enough, but none to spare.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.

Impossibilities are merely things of which we have not learned, or which we do not wish to happen.

Impossibilities are merely things which we have not yet learned.