However Softly We Speak, God Is Near

We Bloomed In Spring. Our Bodies Are The Leaves Of God. The Apparent Seasons Of Life And Death Our Eyes Can Suffer; But Our Souls, Dear, I Will Just Say This Forthright: They Are God Himself, We Will Never Perish Until He Does.

How Poor Is The Wisdom Of Men, And How Uncertain Their Forecast!

How Friendly We Should All Be With One Another If Nobody Were Interested In Money And Honor.

It Is Not So Essential To Think Much As To Love Much.

Learn To Self-conquest, Persevere Thus For A Time, And You Will Perceive Very Clearly The Advantage Which You Gain From It.