No Confict Is So Severe

He Who Loves With Purity Considers Not The Gift Of The Lover, But The Love Of The Giver.

Few Spirits Are Made Better By The Pain And Languor Of Sickness; As Few Great Pilgrims Become Eminent Saints.

Learn To Humble Yourself, You Are But Earth And Clay.

We Would Willingly Have Others Perfect, And Yet We Amend Not Our Own Faults. We Would Have Others Severely Corrected And Will Not Be Corrected Ourselves. The Large Liberty Of Others Displeases Us, And Yet We Will Not Have Our Own Desires Denied Us. We Will Have Others Kept Under By Strict Laws, But In No Sort Will Ourselves Be Restrained. And Thus It Appears How Seldom We Weigh Our Neighbor In The Same Balance With Ourselves.

Love Is A Great Thing...which Alone Maketh Every Burden Light.. Love Is Watchful, And While Sleeping, Still Keeps Watch; Though Fatigued, It Is Not Weary; Though Pressed, It Is Not Forced. Love Is Sincere, Gentle, Strong, Patient, Faithful, Prudent, Long-suffering, And Manly. Love Is Humble And Upright, Not Weak, Not Fickle, Nor Intent On Vain Things; Sober Chaste, Steadfast, Quiet, And Guarded In All The Senses.