They Who Pray Not, Know

Death To A Good Man Is But Passing Through A Dark Entry, Out Of One Little Dusky Room Of His Father's House Into Another That Is Fair And Large, Lightsome And Glorious, And Divinely Entertaining.

The Same Sun That Hardens The Clay Softens The Wax.

Pride Works Frequently Under A Dense Mask, And Will Often Assume The Garb Of Humility.

He Who Is Completely Sanctified, Or Cleansed From All Sin, And Dies In This State, Is Fit For Glory.

Man May Be Considered As Having A Twofold Origin - Natural, Which Is Common And The Same To All - Patronymic, Which Belongs To The Various Families Of Which The Whole Human Race Is Composed.