There's Folks As Make Bad

Under Every Guilty Secret There Is Hidden A Brood Of Guilty Wishes, Whose Unwholesome Infecting Life Is Cherished By The Darkness.

How Lovely The Little River Is, With Its Dark Changing Wavelets! It Seems To Me Like A Living Companion While I Wander Along The Bank, And Listen To Its Low, Placid Voice.

It Is In The Nature Of Foolish Reasonings To Seem Good To The Foolish Reasoner.

It Is Difficult For Woman To Try To Be Anything Good When She Is Not Believed In.

Man Cannot Choose His Duties.