Can Any Praise Be Worthy Of The

"otherwise Grace Is No More Grace," Since It Is Bestowed On Us, Not Because We Have Done Good Works, But That We May Be Able To Do Them.

A Young Man Had Become Possessed By A Devil. The Thing Within Him Burst Into Loud Lamentation And Departed From The Man. At Once The Youth's Eye Fell Out On His Cheek, And The Whole Of The Pupil Which Had Been Black Became White.

Go Forth On Your Path, As It Exists Only Through Your Walking.

Such Is The Strength Of The Burden Of Habit. Here I Have The Power To Be But Do Not Wish It. There I Wish To Be But Lacks The Power. On Both Grounds, I'm In Misery.

It Is A Sin To Judge Any Man By His Post