When A Man Sells Eleven Ounces For

Repentance May Begin Instantly, But Reformation Often Requires A Sphere Of Years.

Pushing Any Truth Out Very Far, You Are Met By A Counter-truth.

Our Yearnings Are Homesicknesses For Heaven; Our Sighings Are For God, Just As Children That Cry Themselves Asleep Away From Home, And Sob In Their Slumber, Know Not That They Sob For Their Parents. The Soul's Inarticulate Moanings Are The Affections Yearning For The Infinite, And Having No One To Tell Them What It Is That Ails Them.

A Cunning Man Overreaches No One Half As Much As Himself.

Religion Is Only Another Word For The Right Use Of A Man's Whole Self, Instead Of A Wrong Use Of Himself.