If We Are At Peace

A Wise Providence Consoles Our Present Afflictions By Joys Borrowed From The Future.

The Eye Is Inlet To The Soul.

You Cannot Judge By Outward Appearances; The Soul Is Only Transparent To Its Maker.

Tears Of Joy Are Like The Summer Rain Drops Pierced By Sunbeams.

The Oppression Of Any People For Opinion's Sake Has Rarely Had Any Other Effect Than To Fix Those Opinions Deeper, And Render Them More Important.