No Outward Change Need Trouble Him Who

Humanity, In The Aggregate, Is Progressing, And Philanthropy Looks Forward Hopefully.

Gratitude Is The Fairest Blossom Which Springs From The Soul; And The Heart Of Man Knoweth None More Fragrant.

No One Has A Greater Asset For His Business Than A Man's Pride In His Work.

O Sin, How You Paint Your Face! How You Flatter Us Poor Mortals On To Death! You Never Appear To The Sinner In Your True Character; You Make Fair Promises, But You Never Fulfil One; Your Tongue Is Smoother Than Oil, But The Poison Of Asps Is Under Your Lip!

Obedience And Resignation Are Our Personal Offerings Upon The Altar Of Duty.