Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

No Adulation; 'tis The Death Of Virtue; Who Flatters, Is Of All Mankind The Lowest Save He Who Courts The Flattery.

Eternity Is A Depth Which No Geometry Can Measure, No Arithmetic Calculate, No Imagination Conceive, No Rhetoric Describe.

There Is One Single Fact That One May Oppose To All The Wit And Argument Of Infidelity; Namely, That No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death-bed.

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.