Falsehood Is Cowardice, The Truth Courage.

If Gratitude Is Due From Children To Their Earthly Parent, How Much More Is The Gratitude Of The Great Family Of Men Due To Our Father In Heaven.

Faith, In Order To Be Genuine And Of Any Real Value, Must Be The Offspring Of That Divine Love Which Jesus Manifested When He Prayed For His Enemies On The Cross.

O Sin, How You Paint Your Face! How You Flatter Us Poor Mortals On To Death! You Never Appear To The Sinner In Your True Character; You Make Fair Promises, But You Never Fulfil One; Your Tongue Is Smoother Than Oil, But The Poison Of Asps Is Under Your Lip!

Gratitude Is The Fairest Blossom Which Springs From The Soul; And The Heart Of Man Knoweth None More Fragrant.

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?