A Man's Opinion Is In Others; His

It Is Not The Bee's Touching On The Flowers That Gathers The Honey, But Her Abiding For A Time Upon Them, And Drawing Out The Sweet.

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

There Is No Enemy Can Hurt Us But By Our Own Hands. Satan Could Not Hurt Us, If Our Own Corruption Betrayed Us Not. Afflictions Cannot Hurt Us Without Our Own Impatience. Temptations Cannot Hurt Us, Without Our Own Yieldance. Death Could Not Hurt Us, Without The Sting Of Our Own Sins. Sins Could Not Hurt Us, Without Our Own Impenitence.

Let Others Either Envy Or Pity Me; I Care Not, So Long As I Enjoy Myself.

Death Borders Upon Our Birth, And Our Cradle Stands In The Grave.