Some Smaller Crimes Always Precede The Great

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

I Can Hear Those Glances That You Think Are Silent.

Can A Faith That Does Nothing Be Called Sincere?

I Have Loved Him Too Much Not To Hate

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.