There Is Nothing That A

We Sleep, But The Loom Of Life Never Stops, And The Pattern Which Was Weaving When The Sun Went Down Is Weaving When It Comes Up In The Morning.

Mirth Is God's Medicine.

Fear Is The Soul's Signal For Rallying.

The Moment An Ill Can Be Patiently Handled, It Is Disarmed Of Its Poison, Though Not Of Its Pain.

Christ Certainly Did Come To Destroy The Law And The Prophets.