Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As

Lust-bred Diseases Rot Thee.

As God Loves A Cheerful Giver, So He Also Loves A Cheerful Taker. Who Takes Hold Of His Gifts With A Glad Heart.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

If I Lose At Play, I Blaspheme; If My Fellow Loses, He Blasphemes. So, God Is Always The Loser.

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.