Leaves Die, But Trees Do Not. They

Yea, Though The Breath Of Disappointment Should Chill The Sanguine Heart, Speedily Gloweth It Again, Warmed By The Live Embers Of Hope.

A Church Debt Is The Devil's Salary.

Love Is The World's River Of Life

Love Is The Medicine Of All Moral Evil. By It The World Is To Be Cured Of Sin.

In Regard To The Great Mass Of Men, Anything That Breaks The Realm Of Fear Is Not Salutary, But Dangerous; Because It Takes Off One Of The Hoops That Hold The Barrel Together In Which The Evil Spirits Are Confined.