Our Faith Triumphant O'er Our Fears.

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.

Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh The Cold And Cruel Winter!

Many People Do Not Allow Their Principles To Take Root, But Pull Them Up Every Now And Then, As Children Do The Flowers They Have Planted, To See If They Are Growing.

The Talent Of Success Is Nothing More Than Doing What You Can Do, Well.

Ah! What Would The World Be To Us If The Children Were No More? We Should Dread The Desert Behind Us Worse Than The Dark Before.