I Pass By That It Is Very

Chance Never Writ A Legible Book; Chance Never Built A Fair House; Chance Never Drew A Neat Picture; It Never Did Any Of These Things, Nor Ever Will; Nor Can It Be Without Absurdity Supposed Able To Do Them; Which Yet Are Works Very Gross And Rude, Very Easy And Feasible, As It Were, In Comparison To The Production Of A Flower Or A Tree.

Because Men Believe Not In Providence, Therefore They Do So Greedily Scrape And Hoard. They Do Not Believe In Any Reward For Charity, Therefore They Will Part With Nothing.

He Who Loveth A Book Will Never Want A Faithful Friend, A Wholesome Counsellor, A Cheerful Companion, Or An Effectual Comforter.

As A Stick, When Once It Is Dry And Stiff You May Break It, But You Can Never Bend It Into A Straighter Posture; So Doth The Man Become Incorrigible Who Is Settled And Stiffened Into Vice.

Mathematics - The Unshaken Foundation Of Sciences, And The Plentiful Fountain Of Advantage To Human Affairs.