One Drop Of Christ's Blood Is Worth

Reason Is The Greatest Enemy That Faith Has: It Never Comes To The Aid Of Spiritual Things.

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.

Without Images We Can Neither Think Nor Understand Anything.

No Other God Have I But Thee, Born In A Manger, Died On A Tree.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, A Bulwark Never Failing; Our Helper He, Amid The Flood Of Mortal Ills Prevailing: For Still Our Ancient Foe Doth Seek To Work Us Woe; His Craft And Power Are Great, And, Armed With Cruel Hate, On Earth Is Not His Equal.