Fear Is The Soul's Signal For Rallying.

Flowers May Beckon Todwards Us, But They Speak Todward Heaven And God.

The Elect, Those Who Will; The Non-elect, Those Who Won't.

Some Men Think That The Globe Is A Sponge That God Puts Into Their Hands To Squeeze For Their Own Garden Or Flower-pot.

God's Men Are Better Than The Devil's Men, And They Ought To Act As Though They Thought They Were.

Leaves Die, But Trees Do Not. They Only Undress.