Those Who Commit Injustice Bear The Greatest

It Is The Goodly Outside That Sin Puts On Which Tempteth To Destruction. It Has Been Said That Sin Is Like The Bee, With Honey In Its Mouth, But A Sting In Its Tail.

You Cannot Judge By Outward Appearances; The Soul Is Only Transparent To Its Maker.

Tears Of Joy Are Like The Summer Rain Drops Pierced By Sunbeams.

No Outward Change Need Trouble Him Who Is Inwardly Serene.

Our Blessings Are The Least Heeded, Because The Most Common Events Of Life.