I Confess I Have Yet

Discipline Must Be Maintained.

I Hope That Real Love And Truth Are Stronger In The End Than Any Evil Or Misfortune In The World.

... When The Locked Door Opens, And There Comes In A Young Woman, Deadly Pale, And With Long Fair Hair, Who Glides To The Fire, And Sits Down In The Chair We Have Left There, Wringing Her Hands.

Nothing That We Do, Is Done In Vain. I Believe, With All My Soul, That We Shall See Triumph.

Missionaries Are Perfect Nuisances And Leave Every Place Worse Than They Found It.