A Mother's Love, In A Degree, Sanctifies

It Is The Goodly Outside That Sin Puts On Which Tempteth To Destruction. It Has Been Said That Sin Is Like The Bee, With Honey In Its Mouth, But A Sting In Its Tail.

How Quickly A Truly Benevolent Act Is Repaid By The Consciousness Of Having Done It!

How Can There Be Pride In A Contrite Heart? Humility Is The Earliest Fruit Of Religion.

Doubt Is The Incentive To Truth And Inquiry Leads The Way.

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?