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The Health Of A Church Depends Not Merely On The Creed Which It Professes, Not Even On The Wisdom And Holiness Of A Few Great Ecclesiastics, But On The Faith And Virtue Of Its Individual Members.

Madame Nature Allows No Dangerous Classes, In The Modern Sense. She Has, Doubtless For Some Wise Reason, No Mercy For The Weak. She Rewards Each Organism According To Its Works; And If Anything Grows Too Weak Or Stupid To Take Care Of Itself, She Gives It Its Due Deserts By Letting It Die And Disappear.

Love Can Make Us Fiends As Well As Angels.

How Many Serious Family Quarrels, Marriages Out Of Spite, And Alterations Of Wills, Might Have Been Prevented By A Gentle Dose Of Blue Pill!-what Awful Instances Of Chronic Dyspepsia In The Characters Of Hamlet And Othello! Banish Dyspepsia And Spirituous Liquors From Society, And You Have No Crime, Or At Least So Little That You Would Not Consider It Worth Mentioning.

I Go At What I Have To Do As If There Were Nothing Else In The World For Me To Do.