Books Are Men Of Higher Stature.

The Soul Hath Snatched Up Mine All Faint And Weak,and Placed It By Thee On A Golden Throne,-- And That I Love (o Soul, We Must Be Meek!)is By Thee Only, Whom I Love Alone.

Light Tomorrow With Today!

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

Every Wish Is Like A Prayer--with God.

God Only, Who Made Us Rich, Can Make Us Poor.