Most Men Are Less Afraid Of Ghosts

Our Life Is What We Make It. An Insignificant Game Or A Noble Trial; A Dream Or A Reality; A Play Of The Senses Worn Out In Selfish Use, And Flying "swifter Than A Weaver's Shuttle," Or An Ascension Of The Soul, By Daily Duties And Unfaltering Faith, To More Spiritual Relations And To Loftier Toils.

Pure Felicity Is Reserved For The Heavenly Life; It Grows Not In An Earthly Soil.

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman, I Care Not What His Stamp May Be In Society; I Care Not What Clothes He Wears, Or What Culture He Boasts.

God's Work Is Freedom. Freedom Is Dear To His Heart. He Wishes To Make Man's Will Free, And At The Same Time Wishes It To Be Pure, Majestic, And Holy.

A Life Is Black, Whiten It As You Will.