There Is Nothing That Needs To Be

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!

All Our Possessions Are As Nothing Compared To Health, Strength, And A Clear Conscience.

The Cloudy Weather Melts At Length Into Beauty, And The Brightest Smiles Of The Heart Are Born Of Its Tears.

How Can There Be Pride In A Contrite Heart? Humility Is The Earliest Fruit Of Religion.

Ministers Who Threaten Death And Destruction Employ Weapons Of Weakness. Argument And Kindness Are Alone Effectual, Flavored By The Principles Of Divine Love.