Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.