Whatever Contradicts The Word Of God Should

The Life Blood Streaming Thro' My Heart, Or My More Dear Immortal Part, Is Not More Fondly Dear.

The Heart Must Be Beaten Or Bruised, And Then The Sweet Scent Will Come Out.

It Is Easier Going Out Of The Way When We Are In, Than Going In When We Are Out.

I Saw A Man Clothed With Rags . . . A Book In His Hand, And A Great Burden Upon His Back.

He That Forgets His Friend Is Ungrateful To Him; But He That Forgets His Saviour Is Unmerciful To Himself.