Love Is The Wine Of Existence.

The Natural Term Of An Apple-pie Is But Twelve Hours. It Reaches Its Highest State About One Hour After It Comes From The Oven, And Just Before Its Natural Heat Has Quite Departed. But Every Hour Afterward Is A Declension. And After It Is One Day Old, It Is Thence-forward But The Ghastly Corpse Of Apple-pie.

Religion Is The Fruit Of The Spirit, A Christian Character, A True Life.

That Is The Best Baptism That Leaves The Man Cleanest Inside.

God Sends Experience To Paint Men's Portraits.

It Is Not Well For A Man To Pray Cream And Live Skim Milk.