Nobody Ever Sees Truth Except In Fragments.

Many Yet Are The Secret Truths Of God Which Will Be Unfolded As They Are Needed.

Not Thine The Sorrow, But Ours, Sainted Soul! Thou Hast Indeed Entered Into The Promised Land, While We Are Yet On The March. To Us Remain The Rocking Of The Deep, The Storm Upon The Land, Days Of Duty And Nights Of Watching; But Thou Are Sphered High Above All Darkness And Fear, Beyond All Sorrow And Weariness. Rest, Oh, Weary Heart!

God's Grace Is The Oil That Fills The Lamp Of Love.

A Man That Does Not Know How To Be Angry Does Not Know How To Be Good.

A Gamester, As Such, Is The Cool, Calculating, Essential Spirit Of Concentrated, Avaricious Selfishness.