You Cannot Sift Out The Poor From

Our Earthly Loves Are But So Many Silver Steps Leading Us Up To The Great Golden Love Of God.

The Bible Is Like A Telescope. If A Man Looks Through His Telescope, Then He Sees Worlds Beyond; But, If He Looks At His Telescope, Then He Does Not See Anything But That.

Memory Can Glean, But Can Never Renew. It Brings Us Joys Faint As Is The Perfume Of The Flowers, Faded And Dried, Of The Summer That Is Gone.

Nature Is A Vast Repository Of Manly Enjoyments.

Vigilance Is Not Only The Price Of Liberty, But Of Success Of Any Sort.