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Your Work Is A Very Sacred Matter. God Delights In It, And Through It, He Wants To Best His Blessings On You. This Praise Of Work Should Be Inscribed On All Tools, On The Forehead And The Faces That Sweat From Toiling.

Oh, What Thoughts Man Might Have Had About The Fact That God Is In All Creatures, And So Might Have Reflected On The Power And The Wisdom Of God In Even The Smallest Flowers!

In Our Sad Condition Our Only Consolation Is The Expectancy Of Another Life. Here Below All Is Incomprehensible.

The Devil...clutched Hold Of The Miserable Young Man...and Flew Off With Him Through The Ceiling, Since Which Time Nothing Has Been Heard Of Him.

Whoever Wishes To Be A Christian, Let Him Pluck Out The Eyes Of His Reason.