Christians Are Directed To Have

Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards; There It Enters The Roots Of The Vines, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

Wine Is Constant Proof That God Loves Us And Loves To See Us Happy.

A Fine Genius In His Own Country Is Like Gold In The Mine.

Don't Think So Much Of Your Own Cunning, As To Forget Other Men's; A Cunning Man Is Overmatched By A Cunning Man And A Half.

No Nation Has Ever Been Ruined By Trade.