The Day Is Not Purer Than The

He Who Ruleth The Raging Of The Sea, Knows Also How To Check The Designs Of The Ungodly. I Submit Myself With Reverence To His Holy Will. O Abner, I Fear My God, And I Fear None But Him.

Wrinkles On The Brow Are The Imprints Of Exploits.

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

Is A Faith Without Action A Sincere Faith?