Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

Eden Is That Old-fashioned House We Dwell In Every Day Without Suspecting Our Abode Until We Drive Away.

The Minister Today Preached About Death And Judgment, And What Would Become Of Those Who Behaved Improperly - And Somehow It Scared Me. He Preached Such An Awful Sermon I Didn't Think I Should Ever See You Again Until The Judgment Day. The Subject Of Perdition Seemed To Please Him Somehow.

[a] Mother Is One To Whom You Hurry When You Are Troubled.

We Turn Not Older With Years But Newer Every Day.