It Is Not In The Nature Of

The Mere Wit Is Only A Human Bauble. He Is To Life What Bells Are To Horses-not Expected To Draw The Load, But Only To Jingle While The Horses Draw.

The Poor Man With Industry Is Happier Than The Rich Man In Idleness.

It Is Not The Going Out Of Port, But The Coming In, That Determines The Success Of A Voyage.

God Never Made Anything Else So Beautiful As Man.

The Continuance And Frequent Fits Of Anger Produce In The Soul A Propensity To Be Angry; Which Oftentimes Ends In Choler, Bitterness, And Moronity, When The Mid Becomes Ulcerated, Peevish, And Querulous, And Is Wounded By The Least Occurrence.