Some Clergymen Make A Motto, Instead Of

There Is One Court Whose Findings Are Incontrovertible, And Whose Sessions Are Held In The Chambers Of Our Own Breast.

O Sin, How You Paint Your Face! How You Flatter Us Poor Mortals On To Death! You Never Appear To The Sinner In Your True Character; You Make Fair Promises, But You Never Fulfil One; Your Tongue Is Smoother Than Oil, But The Poison Of Asps Is Under Your Lip!

Error Is Always More Busy Than Truth.

It Is Better To Be The Builder Of Our Own Name Than To Be Indebted By Descent For The Proudest Gifts Known To The Books Of Heraldry.

A Chaste And Lucid Style Is Indicative Of The Same Personal Traits In The Author.