The Gift Of Prayer Is

A Single Grateful Thought Toward Heaven Is The Most Perfect Prayer.

It Is Medicine, Not Poison, I Offer You.

Nature Meant Woman To Be Her Masterpiece.

But How Many Moments Are Already Past! Ah! Who Thinks Of Those That Are Past?

As The Stag Which The Huntsman Has Hit Flies Through Bush And Brake, Over Stock And Stone, Thereby Exhausting His Strength But Not Expelling The Deadly Bullet From His Body; So Does Experience Show That They Who Have Troubled Consciences Run From Place To Place, But Carry With Them Wherever They Go Their Dangerous Wounds.