STANFORD, Charles Quotes
(1823-1886), English divine
Count that day lost, whose low descending sun views from thy hand no worthy action done.
Human excellence, apart from God, is like the fabled flower which, according to the Rabbis, Eve plucked when passing out of paradise; severed from its native root it is only the touching memorial of a lost Eden—sad while charming and beautiful, but dead.
Heaven must be in me before I can be in heaven.