There Are Only Two Bad Things In

The Artful Injury, Whose Venomed Dart Scarce Wounds The Hearing, While It Stabs The Heart.

He Who Cannot Find Time To Consult His Bible Will One Day Find He Has Time To Be Sick; He Who Has No Time To Pray Must Find Time To Die; He Who Can Find No Time To Reflect Is Most Likely To Find Time To Sin; He Who Cannot Find Time For Repentance Will Find An Eternity In Which Repentance Will Be Of No Avail; He Who Cannot Find Time To Work For Others May Find An Eternity In Which To Suffer For Himself.

O Jealousy, Thou Ugliest Fiend Of Hell! Thy Deadly Venom Preys On My Vitals, Turns The Healthful Hue Of My Flesh Check To Haggard Sallowness, And Drinks My Spirit Up!

Luxury And Dissipation, Soft And Gentle As Their Approaches Are, And Silently As They Throw Their Silken Chains About The Heart, Enslave It More Than The Most Active And Turbulent Vices

When Thou Hast Truly Thanked The Lord For Every Blessing Sent, But Little Time Will Then Remain For Murmur Or Lament.