The Hammer And The Anvil Are The

The Most Precious Possession That Ever Comes To A Man In This World Is A Woman's Heart.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.

Posts Of Honor Are Evermore Posts Of Danger And Of Care.

The Cry Of The Soul Is For Freedom. It Longs For Liberty, From The Date Of Its First Conscious Moments.

What Do You Think God Gave You More Wealth Than Is Requisite To Satisfy Your Rational Wants For, When You Look Around And See How Many Are In Absolute Need Of That Which You Do Not Need? Can You Not Take The Hint?