There Is One Court Whose Findings Are

Some Clergymen Make A Motto, Instead Of A Theme, Of Their Texts.

Envy May Justly Be Called "the Gall Of Bitterness And Bond Of Iniquity;" It Is The Most Acid Fruit That Grows On The Stock Of Sin, A Fluid So Subtle That Nothing But The Fire Of Divine Love Can Purge It From The Soul.

Folly Is Like The Growth Of Weeds, Always Luxurious And Spontaneous; Wisdom, Like Flowers, Requires Cultivation.

Between The Humble And Contrite Heart And The Majesty Of Heaven There Are No Barriers; The Only Password Is Prayer.

Be Circumspect In Your Dealings, And Let The Seed You Plant Be The Offspring Of Prudence And Care; Thus Fruit Follows The Fair Blossom, As Honor Follows A Good Life.