Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like

I Myself Do Nothing. The Holy Spirit Accomplishes All Through Me.

A Good Local Pub Has Much In Common With A Church, Except That A Pub Is Warmer, And There's More Conversation.

Where There Is Money There Is No Art.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

On No Other Ground Can I Sow My Seed Without Tearing Up Some Stinking Weed.