In Grief We Know The Worst Of

Of Two Evils, Had Not An Author Better Be Tedious Than Superficial! From An Overflowing Vessel You May Gather More, Indeed, Than You Want, But From An Empty One You Can Gather Nothing.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

A Slowness To Applaud Betrays A Cold Temper Or An Envious Spirit.

My Plan Of Instruction Is Extremely Simple And Limited. They Learn, On Week-days, Such Coarse Works As May Fit Them For Servants. I Allow Of No Writing For The Poor. My Object Is Not To Make Fanatics, But To Train Up The Lower Classes In Habits Of Industry And Piety.