Grim Care, Moroseness, Anxiety-all This Rust Of

A Cobweb Is As Good As The Mightiest Cable When There Is Strain Upon It.

The Mother's Heart Is The Child's Schoolroom.

We May Cover A Multitude Of Sins With The White Robe Of Charity.

Love Is Not A Possession But A Growth. The Heart Is A Lamp With Just Oil Enough To Burn For An Hour, And If There Be No Oil To Put In Again Its Light Will Go Out. God's Grace Is The Oil That Fills The Lamp Of Love.

What Could Make Me Love My Fellow Christian Better Than To See That God Loves Us All As We Were All One Soul?