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.

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

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

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