Many Priceless Things Can Be

Hatred Is A Prolific Vice; Envy, A Barren Vice.

Nothing Is So Often And So Irrevocably Missed As The Opportunity Which Crops Up Daily.

How Happy Are The Pessimists! What Joy Is Theirs When They Have Proved There Is No Joy.

One Has To Do Good In Order For It To Exist In The World.

Grace Is The Outcome Of Inward Harmony.