We May As Well Tolerate

We Are Never Less Alone Than When We Are In The Society Of A Single, Faithful Friend; Never Less Deserted Than When We Are Carried In Tne Arms Of The All-powerful.

Speak, Move, Act In Peace.

The Greatest Of All Crosses Is Self. If We Die In Part Every Day, We Shall Have But Little To Do On The Last. These Little Daily Deaths Will Destroy The Power Of The Final Dying.

Pity Enlarges The Heart.

God Never Makes Us Sensible Of Our Weakness Except To Give Us Of His Strength.