Death Is Only Perfect Rest.

I Read The Other Day An Account Of A Meeting Between John Knox And John Calvin. Imagine A Dialogue Between A Pestilence And A Famine!

Cruelty Hardens And Degrades, Kindness Reforms And Ennobles.

The Man Who Finds A Truth Lights A Torch.

Lincoln Was Not A Type. He Stands Alone - No Ancestors, No Fellows, No Successors.

Twenty Years After The Death Of Luther There Were More Catholics Than When He Was Born. And Twenty Years After The Death Of Voltaire There Were Millions Less Than When He Was Born.