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Anxiety Is The Rust Of Life, Destroying Its Brightness And Weakening Its Power. A Childlike And Abiding Trust In Providence Is Its Best Preventive And Remedy.

True Humility Is Not An Abject, Groveling, Self-despising Spirit; It Is But A Right Estimate Of Ourselves As God Sees Us.

The Leaves Do Not Change Color From The Blighting Touch Of The Frost, But From The Process Of Natural Decay. They Fall When The Fruit Has Been Ripened And Their Work Is Done. And Their Splendid Change Of Coloring Is But Their Graceful And Beautiful Surrender Of Life, When They Have Finished Their Summer Offering Of Service To God And Man.

Sin With The Multitude, And Your Responsibility And Guilt Are As Great And As Truly Personal, As If You Alone Had Done The Wrong

Anxiety Is The Poison Of Human Life; The Parent Of Many Sins And Of More Miseries.