Remorse Is The Pain Of Sin.

The Miser, Starving His Brother's Body, Starves Also His Own Soul, And At Death Shall Creep Out Of His Great Estate Of Injustice, Poor And Naked And Miserable

What A Joy Is There In A Good Book, Writ By Some Great Master Of Thought, Who Breaks Into Beauty As In Summer The Meadow Into Grass And Dandelions And Violets, With Geraniums And Manifold Sweetness.

Disappointment Is Often The Salt Of Life.

There Is No Intercessor, Angel, Mediator, Between Man And God; For Man Can Speak And God Hear, Each For Himself. He Requires No Advocates To Plead For Men.

Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.