Kind Words Are The Music Of The

Is The Scrupulous Attention I Am Paying To The Government Of My Tongue At All Proportioned To That Tremendous Truth Revealed Through St. James, That If I Do Not Bridle My Tongue, All My Religion Is Vain?

For Right Is Right, Since God Is God And Right The Day Must Win. To Doubt Would Be Disloyalty, To Falter Would Be Sin.

Poor Human Nature Cannot Do Everything; And Kindness Is Too Often Left Uncultivated, Because Men Do Not Sufficiently Understand Its Value. Men May Be Charitable, Yet Not Kind; Merciful, Yet Not Kind; Self-denying, Yet Not Kind. If They Would Add A Little Common Kindness To Their Uncommon Graces, They Would Convert Ten Where They Now Only Abate The Prejudice Of One.

Small Things Are Best: Grief And Unrest To Rank And Wealth Are Given; But Little Things On Little Wings Bear Little Souls To Heaven.

The Great Fact Is, That Life Is A Service. The Only Question Is, "whom Will We Serve?