And I, The While, The Sole Unbusy

Above All Things I Entreat You To Preserve Your Faith In Christ. It Is My Wealth In Poverty, My Joy In Sorrow, My Peace Amid Tumult. For All The Evil I Have Committed, My Gracious Pardon; And For Every Effort, My Exceeding Great Reward. I Have Found It To Be So. I Can Smile With Pity At The Infidel Whose Vanity Makes Him Dream That I Should Barter Such A Blessing For The Few Subtleties From The School Of The Cold-blooded Sophists.

As There Is Much Beast And Some Devil In Man, So Is There Some Angel And Some God In Him. The Beast And The Devil May Be Conquered, But In This Life Never Destroyed.

The Love Of A Mother Is The Veil Of A Softer Light Between The Heart And The Heavenly Father.

Christianity Is Within A Man, Even As He Is Gifted With Reason; It Is Associated With Your Mother's Chair, And With The First Remembered, Tones Of Her Blessed Voice.

I Must Reject Fluids And Ethers Of All Kinds, Magnetical, Electrical, And Universal, To Whatever Quintessential Thinness They May Be Treble Distilled, And As It Were Super-substantiated.