If You Are Not A Praying Person,

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

If We Have Not Quiet In Our Minds, Outward Comfort Will Do No More For Us Than A Golden Slipper On A Gouty Foot.

I Come From The Town Of Stupidity; It Lieth About Four Degrees Beyond The City Of Destruction.

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

Prayer Will Make A Man Cease From Sin, Or Sin Will Entice A Man To Cease From Prayer.