It Is A Coal From God's Altar

Love Grows. Lust Wastes By Enjoyment, And The Reason Is, That One Springs From An Union Of Souls, And The Other From An Union Of Sense.

It Is Safer To Learn Than Teach; And Who Conceals His Opinion Has Nothing To Answer For.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.

Do Good With What Thou Hast, Or It Will Do Thee No Good.

Naked Truth Needs No Shift.