In Agony Or Danger, No Nature Is

Subduing And Subdued, The Petty Strife, Which Clouds The Colour Of Domestic Life; The Sober Comfort, All The Peace Which Springs From The Large Aggregate Of Little Things; On These Small Cares Of Daughter, Wife Or Friend, The Almost Sacred Joys Of Home Depend.

He Who Cannot Find Time To Consult His Bible Will One Day Find He Has Time To Be Sick; He Who Has No Time To Pray Must Find Time To Die; He Who Can Find No Time To Reflect Is Most Likely To Find Time To Sin; He Who Cannot Find Time For Repentance Will Find An Eternity In Which Repentance Will Be Of No Avail; He Who Cannot Find Time To Work For Others May Find An Eternity In Which To Suffer For Himself.

The Abuse Of Terms Has At All Times Been An Evil.

Anger Is A Violent Act, Envy A Constant Habit - No One Can Be Always Angry, But He May Be Always Envious.

That Silence Is One Of The Great Arts Of Conversation Is Allowed By Cicero Himself, Who Says, There Is Not Only An Art, But Even An Eloquence In It