Each Book Has A Secret

God Is Like Us To This Extent, That Whatever In Us Is Good Is Like God.

Women Are A New Race, Recreated Since The World Received Christianity.

Mirth Is The Sweet Wine Of Human Life. It Should Be Offered Sparkling With Zestful Life Unto God.

Some Sorrows Are But Footprints In The Snow, Which The Genial Sun Effaces, Or, If It Does Not Wholly Efface, Changes Into Dimples.

The Humblest Individual Exerts Some Influence, Either For Good Or Evil, Upon Others.