The Weak Sinews Become Strong By Their

Profaneness Is A Brutal Vice. He Who Indulges In It Is No Gentleman.

Mercy. That Is The Gospel. The Whole Of It In One Word.

Conscience Is Its Own Readiest Accuser.

If Angels Stoop From Visions Of More Than Earthly Beauty To Spells Of Less Than Earthly Worth, They Are But Fallen Angels, Mingling Divine Utterances With The Babblings Of Madness, And The Madness Is Not The Divineness.

There Are Interests By The Sacrifice Of Which Peace Is Too Dearly Purchased. One Should Never Be At Peace To The Shame Of His Own Soul--to The Violation Of His Integrity Or Of His Allegiance To God.