Nothing Dies So Hard, Or Rallies So

There Are Many Persons Who Look On Sunday As A Sponge To Wipe Out The Sins Of The Week

Sorrows, As Storms, Bring Down The Clouds Close To The Earth; Sorrows Bring Heaven Down Close; And They Are Instruments Of Cleansing And Purifying.

The Newspaper Is A Greater Treasure To The People Than Uncounted Millions Of Gold.

There Are Joys Which Long To Be Ours. God Sends Ten Thousands Truths, Which Come About Us Like Birds Seeking Inlet; But We Are Shut Up To Them, And So They Bring Us Nothing, But Sit And Sing Awhile Upon The Roof, And Then Fly Away.

Private Opinion Is Weak, But Public Opinion Is Almost Omnipotent.