Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

If Thou Wouldst Be Justified, Acknowledge Thine Injustice. He That Confesses His Sin, Begins His Journey Toward Salvation. He That Is Sorry For It, Mends His Pace. He That Forsakes It, Is At His Journey's End.

Heav'n Is Not Always Got By Running.

Mercy Turns Her Back To The Unmerciful.

Money Is Both The Generation And Corruption Of Purchased Honor; Honor Is Both The Child And Slave Of Potent Money: The Credit Which Honor Hath Lost, Money Hath Found. When Honor Grew Mercenary, Money Grew Honorable. The Way To Be Truly Noble Is To Contemn Both.