The Heart Must Be Beaten Or Bruised,

You Have Not Lived Today Until You Have Done Something For Someone Who Can Never Repay You.

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.

The Heart Must Be Beaten Or Bruised, And Then The Sweet Scent Will Come Out.

I Am Content With What I Have, Little Be It, Or Much.

Now, I Saw, Upon A Time, When He Was Walking In The Fields, That He Was, As He Was Wont, Reading In His Book, And Greatly Distressed In His Mind; And, As He Read, He Burst Out, As He Had Done Before, Crying, What Shall I Do To Be Saved?