All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak

Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

Any Heart Turned Godward Feels More Joyin One Short Hour Of Prayer, Than E'er Was Raisedby All The Feasts Of Earth Since Its Foundation.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.