Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

Rest, Rest At The Heart's Core . . . Till Joy Shall Overtake.

Why One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town; Is Worth A Day And A Year Of The Dusty, Musty, Lag-last Fashion That Days Drone Elsewhere.

Better By Far You Should Forget And Smile Than That You Should Remember And Be Sad.

Consider The Lilies Of The Field Whose Bloom Is Brief:-- We Are As They; Like Them We Fade Away As Doth A Leaf.

I Lock My Door Upon Myself, And Bar Them Out; But Who Shall Wall Self From Myself, Most Loathed Of All?