Terror Itself, When Once Grown

If You Will Believe Me, You Who Are Young, Yours Is The Golden Season Of Life. As You Have Heard It Called, So It Verily Is, The Seed-time Of Life; In Which, If You Do Not Sow, Or If You Sow Tares Instead Of Wheat, You Cannot Expect To Reap Well Afterwards, And You Will Arrive At Little. And In The Course Of Years When You Come To Look Back, If You Have Not Done What You Have Heard From Your Advisers,-and Among Many Counsellors There Is Wisdom,-you Will Bitterly Repent When It Is Too Late.

The Deepest Depth Of Vulgarism Is That Of Setting Up Money As The Ark Of The Covenant.

If I Had My Way, The World Would Hear A Pretty Stern Command - Exit Christ.

Everywhere In Life, The True Question Is Not What We Gain, But What We Do.

A Heavenly Awe Overshadowed And Encompassed, As It Still Ought, And Must, All Earthly Business Whatsoever.