We Let Our Blessings Get Mouldy, And

A Library Is But The Soul's Burying Ground. It Is A Land Of Shadows.

We Pray For Those Who Have Ceased To Pray. We Pray For Those That Need Prayer More Than Ever, That Have Fewer And Fewer Seasons Even Of Thought, That Grow Hard With Years, That Are Less And Less Troubled By Sin, And That Are More And More Irreverent Of Religion. We Pray For The Children Of Christian Parents Who Sometimes Weep At The Memory Of Father And Mother, But Who Never Have Thought Of God.

I Will Not Say It Is Not Christian To Make Beads Of Others Faults, And Tell Them Over Every Day; I Say It Is Infernal. If You Want To Know How The Devil Feels, You Do Know, If You Are Such An One.

The Babe At First Feeds Upon The Mother's Bosom, But It Is Always On Her Heart.

Ambition Is The Way In Which A Vulgar Man Aspires.