It Is What We Give Up, Not

A Single Bad Habit Will Mar An Otherwise Faultless Character, As An Ink-drop Soileth The Pure White Page.

It Is A Glorious Occupation, Vivifying And Self-sustaining In Its Nature, To Struggle With Ignorance, And Discover To The Inquiring Minds Of The Masses The Clear Cerulean Blue Of Heavenly Truth.

Purity In Person And In Morals Is True Godliness.

It Is In Sickness That We Most Feel The Need Of That Sympathy Which Shows How Much We Are Dependent Upon One Another For Our Comfort, And Even Necessities. Thus Disease, Opening Our Eyes To The Realities Of Life, Is An Indirect Blessing.

Experience Is Retrospect Knowledge.