What I Spent, I Had; What I

When A Nation's Young Men Are Conservative, Its Funeral Bell Is Already Rung.

This World Is Magnificent For Strangers And Pilgrims, But Miserable For Residents.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Hand; A Silent Utterer Of Words For The Eye.

If Christ Is The Wisdom Of God And The Power Of God In The Experience Of Those Who Trust And Love Him, There Needs No Further Argument Of His Divinity.

A Very Common Flower Adds Generosity To Beauty. It Gives Joy To The Poor, To The Rude, And To The Multitudes Who Could Have No Flowers Were Nature To Charge A Price For Her Blossoms.