Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Livethy Protestant To Be,or Bid Me Love, And I Will Givea Loving Heart To Thee.

Give, If Thou Can, An Alms; If Not, A Sweet And Gentle Word.

A Spark Neglected Makes A Mighty Fire.