The true sin against the Holy Ghost is ingratitude.

They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.

When we hang on to resentments, we poison ourselves. As compulsive overeaters, we cannot afford resentment, since it exacerbates our disease.

God forgive you, but I never can.

Be always faithful to me, as I always desire to keep you in peace; and if there have been wiser kings, none has ever loved you more than I have.

If our web be framed with rotten handles, when our loom is well nigh done, our work is new to begin. God send the weaver true prentices again, and let them be denizens.

Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be