Our Earthly Loves Are But So Many

As Warmth Makes Even Glaciers Trickle, And Opens Streams In The Ribs Of Frozen Mountains, So The Heart Knows The Full Flow And Life Of Its Grief Only When It Begins To Melt And Pass Away.

Death? Translated Into The Heavenly Tongue, That Word Means Life!

It Is Not Work That Kills Men; It Is Worry. Worry Is Rust Upon The Blade.

Repentance May Begin Instantly, But Reformation Often Requires A Sphere Of Years.

Downright Admonition, As A Rule, Is Too Blunt For The Recipient.