Death Is Only A Horizon, And A

For Nothing Reaches The Heart But What Is From The Heart, Or Pierces The Conscience But What Comes From A Living Conscience

It Is The Difference Betwixt Lust And Love That This Is Fixed, That Volatile. Love Grows, Lust Wastes By Enjoyment.

Man, Being Made Reasonable, And So A Thinking Creature, There Is Nothing More Worthy Of His Being Than The Right Direction And Employment Of His Thoughts; Since Upon This Depends Both His Usefulness To The Public, And His Own Present And Future Benefit In All Respects.

The Country Life Is To Be Preferred, For There We See The Works Of God; But In Cities Little Else But The Works Of Men. And The One Makes A Better Subject For Contemplation Than The Other.

Levity Of Behavior, Always A Weakness, Is Far More Unbecoming In A Woman Than A Man.