Man Never Falls So Low That He

A Happy Wedlock Is A Long Falling In Love.

It Is Not From The Tall Crowded Workhouse Of Prosperity That Men First Or Clearest See The Eternal Stars Of Heaven.

The Lottery Of Honest Labor, Drawn By Time, Is The Only One Whose Prizes Are Worth Taking Up And Carrying Home.

It Is Vain To Trust In Wrong; As Much Of Evil, So Much Of Loss, Is The Formula Of Human History.

Remorse Is The Pain Of Sin.