Troubles Are Usually The Brooms And Shovels

I Heard Many Discourses Which Were Good For The Soul, But I Could Not Discover In The Case Of Any One Of The Teachers That His Life Was Worthy Of His Words.

The Bread Which You Hold Back Belongs To The Hungry; The Coat, Which You Guard In Your Locked Storage-chests, Belongs To The Naked; The Footwear Mouldering In Your Closet Belongs To Those Without Shoes. The Silver That You Keep Hidden In A Safe Place Belongs To The One In Need. Thus, However Many Are Those Whom You Could Have Provided For, So Many Are Those Whom You Wrong.

Beside Each Believer Stands An Angel As Protector And Shepherd, Leading Him To Life.

Men Whose Sense Of Taste Is Destroyed By Sickness, Sometimes Think Honey Sour. A Diseased Eye Does Not See Many Things Which Do Exist, And Notes Many Things Which Do Not Exist. The Same Thing Frequently Takes Place With Regard To The Force Of Words, When The Critic Is Inferior To The Writer.

You Can See That A City Is Prosperous By The Wealth Of Goods For Sale In The Market. Land Too We Call Prosperous If It Bears Rich Fruit. And So Also The Soul May Be Counted Prosperous If It Is Full Of Good Works Of Every Kind.