A Man Has No More Religion Than

He Who Hunts For Flowers Will Finds Flowers; And He Who Loves Weeds Will Find Weeds.

Experience Is The Mother Of Custom.

Despondency Is Ingratitude; Hope Is God's Worship.

Some People Think Black Is The Color Of Heaven, And That The More They Can Make Their Faces Look Like Midnight, The More Evidence They Have Of Grace. But God, Who Made The Sun And The Flowers, Never Sent Me To Proclaim To You Such A Lie As That.

It Takes Longer For Man To Find Out Man Than Any Other Creature That Is Made.