In A Life Which Has

Character Is, For The Most Part, Simply Habit Become Fixed.

Sin Spoils The Spirit's Delicacy, And Unwillingness Deadens Its Susceptibility.

My Sin Is The Black Spot Which My Bad Act Makes, Seen Against The Disk Of The Sun Of Righteousness. Hence Religion And Sin Come And Go Together.

Curiosity Is Thought On Its Entering Edge.

In A Life Which Has Meaning In It, Past And Future Sustain Each Other.