As It Is Impossible To Verbally Describe

I Cannot Persuade Myself That Without Love To Others, And Without, As Far As Rests With Me, Peaceableness Toward All, I Can Be Called A Worthy Servant Of Jesus Christ.

Many A Man Curses The Rain That Falls Upon His Head, And Knows Not That It Brings Abundance To Drive Away The Hunger.

Drunkenness, The Ruin Of Reason, The Destruction Of Strength, Premature Old Age, Momentary Death.

When You Have Become God's In The Measure He Desires, Then He Himself Will Bestow You Upon Others; Unless, To Your Greater Glory, He Chooses To Keep You All To Himself.

Men Whose Sense Of Taste Is Destroyed By Sickness, Sometimes Think Honey Sour. A Diseased Eye Does Not See Many Things Which Do Exist, And Notes Many Things Which Do Not Exist. The Same Thing Frequently Takes Place With Regard To The Force Of Words, When The Critic Is Inferior To The Writer.