The best Medicine: Joy and Temperance and Repose Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Man-like is it to fall into sin, Fiend-like is it to dwell therein; Christ-like is it for sin to grieve, God-like is it all sin to leave.

Der gelbe Kern der Erde, das Gold, hat alle Macht, Da? alles sonst fur ihme wie Schalen wird geacht.