Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.