Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Bad's The Best Of Us.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy.