There Is No Doubt That

Mystery And Innocence Are Not Akin.

Real Happiness Is Cheap Enough, Yet How Dearly We Pay For Its Counterfeit.

Prosperity Seems To Be Scarcely Safe, Unless It Be Mixed With A Little Adversity.

How White Are The Fair Robes Of Charity As She Walketh Amid The Lowly Habitations Of The Poor!

It Is The Goodly Outside That Sin Puts On Which Tempteth To Destruction. It Has Been Said That Sin Is Like The Bee, With Honey In Its Mouth, But A Sting In Its Tail.