Our Swords Are In God's

There Isn't A Tree To Hang A Man, Water To Drown A Man Nor Soil To Bury A Man

Keep Your Faith In God, But Keep Your Powder Dry.

No One Rises So High As He Who Knows Not Whither He Is Going.

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

Men Have Been Led In Dark Paths, Through The Providence And Dispensation Of God. Why, Surely It Is Not To Be Objected To A Man, For Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.