It Is The Only Happy

If I Take Care Of My Character, My Reputation Will Take Care Of Me.

I'm Not Tired Of The Work... I'm Tired In The Work.

I Never Yet Have Known The Spirit Of God To Work Where The Lord's People Were Divided.

Some Day You Will Read In The Papers That D.l. Moody Of East Northfield, Is Dead. Don't You Believe A Word Of It! At That Moment I Shall Be More Alive Than I Am Now; I Shall Have Gone Up Higher, That Is All, Out Of This Old Clay Tenement Into A House That Is Immortal-a Body That Death Cannot Touch, That Sin Cannot Taint; A Body Fashioned Like Unto His Glorious Body.

Lying Covers A Multitude Of Sins - Temporarily.