What Shall He Fear That Does Not

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.