Well Married A Person Has Wings, Poorly

Every Tomorrow Has Two Handles. We Can Take Hold Of It With The Handle Of Anxiety Or The Handle Of Faith.

We Go To The Grave Of A Friend Saying, "a Man Is Dead," But Angels Throng About Him Saying, "a Man Is Born."

No Man Can Tell Another His Faults So As To Benefit Him, Unless He Loves Him.

The Hunger Of The Eye Is Not To Be Despised; And They Are To Be Pitied Who Have Starvation Of The Eye.

Men Of Dissolute Lives Have Little Incentive To Look Forward To The Hopes And Glories Of Immortality. A Due Conception Of These Would Be Incompatible With Such A Life.