Even Cities Have Their Graves!

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

God's Voice Was Not In The Earthquake, Not In The Fire, Nor The Storm, But It Was In The Whispering Breezes.

Every Human Heart Is Human.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

Doubtless Criticism Was Originally Benignant, Pointing Out The Beauties Of A Work Rather That Its Defects. The Passions Of Men Have Made It Malignant, As A Bad Heart Of Procreates Turned The Bed, The Symbol Of Repose, Into An Instrument Of Torture.