Mirth Is God's Medicine. Everybody Ought To

Pain Is God's Midwife, That Helps Some Virtue Into Existence.

Our Earthly Loves Are But So Many Silver Steps Leading Us Up To The Great Golden Love Of God.

In A Great Affliction There Is No Light Either In The Stars Or In The Sun; For When The Inward Light Is Fed With Fragrant Oil; There Can Be No Darkness Though The Sun Should Go Out. But When, Like A Sacred Lamp In The Temple, The Inward Light Is Quenched, There Is No Light Outwardly, Though A Thousand Suns Should Preside In The Heavens.

Defeat Is A School In Which Truth Always Grows Strong.

Love Is The River Of Life In This World.