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Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

They That Censure, Should Practice. Or Else Let Them Have The First Stone, And The Last Too.

[tho]ugh Death Be A Dark Passage; It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompense Enough For Suffering Of It. And Yet Faith Lights Us, Even Through The Grave....and This Is The Comfort Of The Good, And The Grave Cannot Hold Them, And They Live As They Die. For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

The Jealous Are Troublesome To Others, But A Torment To Themselves.

I Shall Pass Through Life But Once. Let Me Show Kindness Now, As I Shall Not Pass This Way Again.