Those Who Do Not Weep, Do Not

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.

He Is The Best Gentleman That Is The Son Of His Own Deserts, And Not The Degenerated Heir Of Another's Virtue.

Is It Not When The Fall Is The Lowest That Charity Ought To Be The Greatest?

There Is A Way Of Meeting Error While On The Road Of Truth.

A House Is Built Of Logs And Stone, Of Tiles And Posts And Piers; A Home Is Built Of Loving Deeds That Stand A Thousand Years.