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We Do Not Compromise Our Own Faith By Admitting The Honesty Of Another's Doubt.

Christ Saw Much In This World To Weep Over, And Much To Pray Over: But He Saw Nothing In It To Look Upon With Contempt.

It Is The Veiled Angel Of Sorrow Who Plucks Away One Thing And Another That Bound Us Here In Ease And Security, And, In The Vanishing Of These Dear Objects, Indicates The True Home Of Our Affections And Our Peace.

Why, Man Of Idleness, Labor Has Rocked You In The Cradle, And Nourished Your Pampered Life; Without It, The Woven Silk And The Wool Upon Your Bank Would Be In The Shepherd's Fold. For The Meanest Thing That Ministers To Human Want, Save The Air Of Heaven, Man Is Indebted To Toil; And Even The Air, In God's Wise Ordination, Is Breathed With Labor.

Whatever You Truly Conceive Of In The Mind, Is Possible.