Unless We Find Repose Within Ourselves, It

Hypocrisy Is Oftenest Clothed In The Garb Of Religion.

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!

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?

The Eye Is The Inlet To The Soul, And It Is Well To Beware Of Him Whose Visual Organs Avoid Your Honest Regard.

Remember, When Incited To Slander, That It Is Only He Among You Who Is Without Sin That May Cast The First Stone.