The End Of All Is

Peace And Happiness Are What You Covet, But These Are Only To Be Obtained By Labor.

A Man Of Peace Does More Good Than A Very Learned Man.

What Else Does Anxiety About The Future Bring You But Sorrow Upon Sorrow?

As Iron Put Into The Fire Loseth Its Rust And Becometh Clearly Red-hot, So He That Wholly Turneth Himself Unto God Puts Off All Slothfulness, And Is Transformed Into A New Man.

Scruples, Temptations, And Fears, And Cutting Perplexities Of The Heart, Are Often The Lot Of The Most Excellent Persons.