God's Glory Is His Goodness.

Of All The Music That Reached Farthest Into Heaven, It Is The Beating Of A Loving Heart.

The Methods By Which Men Have Met And Conquered Trouble, Or Been Slain By It, Are The Same In Every Age.

The Tree Is But A Huge Boquet.

It Is The Very Wantonness Of Folly For A Man To Search Out The Frets And Burdens Of His Calling And Give His Mind Every Day To A Consideration Of Them. They Belong To Human Life. They Are Inevitable. Brooding Only Gives Them Strength.

Very Few Men Acquire Wealth In Such A Manner As To Receive Pleasure From It.