Heaven Is Never Deaf But When Man's

Blessedness Is Promised To The Peacemaker, Not To The Conqueror.

The Birds Of The Air Die To Sustain Thee; The Beasts Of The Field Die To Nourish Thee; The Fishes Of The Sea Die To Feed Thee. Our Stomachs Are Their Common Sepulchre. Good God! With How Many Deaths Are Our Poor Lives Patched Up! How Full Of Death Is The Life Of Momentary Man!

That Friendship Will Not Continue To The End Which Is Begun For An End.

As All Things Eternal And Primordial Reappear, So All Things Mortal Return To The Earth. Honor, Old Age, Probity, Justice, Constance, Virtue, And Gentleness Are All Gathered Into The Cold Tomb.

If God Send Thee A Cross, Take It Up Willingly And Follow Him. Use It Wisely, Lest It Be Unprofitable. Bear It Patiently, Lest It Be Intolerable. If It Be Light, Slight It Not. If It Be Heavy, Murmur Not. After The Cross Is The Crown.