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Ridicule May Be The Evidence Of With Or Bitterness And May Gratify A Little Mind, Or An Ungenerous Temper, But It Is No Test Of Reason Or Truth.

The Leaves Do Not Change Color From The Blighting Touch Of The Frost, But From The Process Of Natural Decay. They Fall When The Fruit Has Been Ripened And Their Work Is Done. And Their Splendid Change Of Coloring Is But Their Graceful And Beautiful Surrender Of Life, When They Have Finished Their Summer Offering Of Service To God And Man.

Conscience Is Merely Our Own Judgment Of The Right Or Wrong Of Our Actions, And So Can Never Be A Safe Guide Unless Enlightened By The Word Of God.

Right Actions For The Future Are The Best Apologies For Wrong Ones In The Past - The Best Evidence Of Regret For Them That We Can Offer, Or The World Receive.

Indolence Is The Dry Rot Of Even A Good Mind And A Good Character; The Practical Uselessness Of Both. It Is The Waste Of What Might Be A Happy And Useful Life.