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We Must Have Faith During The Period Of Our Grief. We Think That Our Afflictions Will Be Greater Than We Can Bear, But We Do Not Know The Strength Of Our Own Hearts, Nor The Power Of God. He Knows All. He Knows Every Folding Of The Heart And Also The Extent Of The Sorrow That He Inflicts. What We Think Will Overwhelm Us Entirely Only Subdues And Conquers Our Pride. Our Renewed Spirit Rises From Its Subjugation With A Celestial Strength And Consolation.

Wine Is The Source Of The Greatest Evils Among Communities. It Causes Diseases, Quarrels, Seditions, Idleness, Aversion To Labor, And Family Disorders. . . . It Is A Species Of Poison That Causes Madness. It Does Not Make A Man Die, But It Degrades Him Into A Brute. Men May Preserve Their Health And Vigor Without Wine; With Wine They Run The Risk Of Ruining Their Health And Losing Their Morals.

As Long As Anything In This World Means Anything To You, Your Freedom Is Only A Word. You Are Like A Bird That Is Held By A Leash; You Can Only Fly So Far.

Alas! How Many Souls There Are Full Of Self, And Yet Desirous Of Doing Good And Serving God, But In Such A Way As To Suit Themselves; Who Desire To Impose Rules Upon God As To His Manner Of Drawing Them To Himself. They Want To Serve And Possess Him, But They Are Not Willing To Be Possessed By Him.

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.