Love Labor: For If Thou

Patience And Diligence, Like Faith, Remove Mountains.

Perfect Love Casteth Out Fear.

The Humble, Meek, Merciful, And Just Are Everywhere Of One Religion; And When Death Has Taken Off The Mask They Will Know One Another, Though The Diverse Liveries They Wear Here Make Them Strangers.

[tho]ugh Death Be A Dark Passage; It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompense Enough For Suffering Of It. And Yet Faith Lights Us, Even Through The Grave....and This Is The Comfort Of The Good, And The Grave Cannot Hold Them, And They Live As They Die. For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.

Show Is Not Substance; Realities Govern Wise Men.