Know How Sublime A Thing It Is

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

Though The Mills Of God Grind Slowly, Yet They Grind Exceeding Small; Though With Patience He Stands Waiting, With Exactness Grinds He All.

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

Evil Is Only Good Perverted.