It Is What We Give Up, Not

If We Are At Peace With God And Our Own Conscience, What Enemy Among Men Need We Fear?

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!

Rage Is Mental Imbecility.

It Is Easy To Be Beautiful; It Is Difficult To Appear So.

No Outward Change Need Trouble Him Who Is Inwardly Serene.