It Is A Mistake For A Taciturn,

Duty Is The Demand Of The Hour.

Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has Not Been Given; The Dearest Child Of Faith Is Miracle.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Visionary. How Many Pass Away And Leave No Trace Behind! How Few Yield Any Fruit,--and The Fruit Itself, How Rarely Does It Ripen! And Yet There Are Flowers Enough; And Is It Not Strange, My Friend, That We Should Suffer The Little That Does Really Ripen To Rot, Decay, And Perish Unenjoyed?

People Do Not Mind Their Faults Being Spread Out Before Them, But They Become Impatient If Called On To Give Them Up.

A Man Does Not Mind Being Blamed For His Faults, And Being Punished For Them, And He Patiently Suffers Much For Them; But He Becomes Impatient If He Is Required To Give Them Up.