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The Moment An Ill Can Be Patiently Handled, It Is Disarmed Of Its Poison, Though Not Of Its Pain.

It Is Not Merely Cruelty That Leads Men To Love War, It Is Excitement.

Men Do Not Avail Themselves Of The Riches Of God's Grace. They Love To Nurse Their Cares, And Seem As Uneasy Without Some Fret As An Old Friar Would Be Without His Hair Girdle. They Are Commanded To Cast Their Cares Upon The Lord, But Even When They Attempt It, They Do Not Fail To Catch Them Up Again, And Think It Meritorious To Walk Burdened.

It's Not The Work Which Kills People, It's The Worry. It's Not The Revolution That Destroys Machinery It's The Friction.

What I Spent, I Had; What I Kept, I Lost; What I Gave, I Have.