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Hatred Is Self-punishment. Hatred It The Coward's Revenge For Being Intimidated.

Unless We Find Repose Within Ourselves, It Is Vain To Seek It Elsewhere.

If Our Creator Has So Bountifully Provided For Our Existence Here, Which Is But Momentary, And For Our Temporal Wants, Which Will Soon Be Forgotten, How Much More Must He Have Done For Our Enjoyment In The Everlasting World?

Few Things In This World More Trouble People Than Poverty, Or The Fear Of Poverty; And, Indeed, It Is A Sore Affliction; But, Like All Other Ills That Flesh Is Heir To, It Has Its Antidote, Its Reliable Remedy. The Judicious Application Of Industry, Prudence And Temperance Is A Certain Cure.

It Is Better To Be The Builder Of Our Own Name Than To Be Indebted By Descent For The Proudest Gifts Known To The Books Of Heraldry.