The Mouse Had Fallen In With Evil

All Of Nature Is God's Art.

He Who Sees A Need And Waits To Be Asked For Help Is As Unkind As If He Had Refused It.

That Infinite And Indescribable Good Which Is There Above Races As Swiftly To Love As A Ray Of Light To A Bright Body.it Gives Of Itself According To The Ardor It Finds, So That As Charity Spreads Farther The Eternal Good Increases Upon It,and The More Souls There Are Who Love, Up There, The More There Are To Love Well, And The More Love They Reflect To Each Other, As In A Mirror.

Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another, Provided That Its Flame Appear Outwardly.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.