The Truest Self-respect Is Not To Think

Like The Cellar-growing Vine Is The Christian Who Lives In The Darkness And Bondage Of Fear. But Let Him Go Forth, With The Liberty Of God, Into The Light Of Love, And He Will Be Like The Plant In The Field, Healthy, Robust, And Joyful.

Mirth Is God's Medicine.

There Are Multitudes Of Persons Whose Idea Of Liberty Is The Right To Do What They Please, Instead Of The Right Of Doing That Which Is Lawful And Best.

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Stay Alive.

May We Be Satisfied With Nothing That Shall Not Have In It Something Of Immortality.