He Who Has Christ Has All He

Real Pain Can Alone Cure Us Of Imaginary Ills.

Love Is The Sum Of All Virtue, And Love Disposes Us To Good.

The Beauty Of The World Consists Wholly Of Sweet Mutual Consents, Either Within Itself Or With The Supreme Being.

Grace Is But Glory Begun, And Glory Is But Grace Perfected.

If You Seek In The Spirit Of Selfishness, To Grasp All As Your Own, You Shall Lose All, And Be Driven Out Of The World, At Last, Naked And Forlorn, To Everlasting Poverty And Contempt.