Against The Flying Ball No Valor Avails.

Let Us Not Flutter Too High, But Remain By The Manger And The Swaddling Clothes Of Christ, 'in Whom Dwelleth All The Fullness Of The Godhead Bodily.'

The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away.

Singing Has Nothing To Do With The Affairs Of This World: It Is Not For The Law. Singers Are Merry, And Free From Sorrows And Cares.

It Is The Nature Of All Hypocrites And False Prophets To Create A Conscience Where There Is None, And To Cause Conscience To Disappear Where It Does Exist.

If I Am Not Allowed To Laugh In Heaven, I Don't Want To Go There.