The Riches We Impart Are The Only

Conscience Is That Candle Of The Lord Which Was Not Quite Put Out.

Were We To Think More Of Our Own Mistakes And Offences, We Should Be Less Apt To Judge Other People.

For Love Is Of God. He Is The Fountain, Author, Parent, And Commander Of Love; It Is The Sum Of His Law And Gospel.

Brown Bread And The Gospel Is Good Fare.

Man Takes A Great Deal Of Pains To Heap Up Riches, And They Are But Like Heaps Of Manure In The Furrows Of The Field, Good For Nothing Unless They Be Spread.