We Moderns Do Not Believe In Demigods,

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!

Pure Truth Is For God Alone.

A Blush Is The Sign Which Nature Hangs Out To Show Where Chastity And Honor Dwell.

The Gift Of Prayer Is Not Always At Our Command.

To Look Forward To Pleasure Is Also A Pleasure.