When The Night Is Darkest,

Wise Men Read Very Sharply All Of Your Private History In Your Look And Gait And Behavior.

Of The Shaker Society, It Was Formerly A Sort Of Proverb In The Country, That They Always Sent The Devil To Market.

The Soul Is Not Born; It Does Not Die; It Was Not Produced From Anyone… Unborn, Eternal, It Is Not Slain, Though The Body Is Slain.

Sorrow Looks Back, Worry Looks Around, Faith Looks Up

The Craft Of The Merchant Is This Bringing A Thing Where It Abounds To Where It Is Costly.