We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of

I Love The Man That Is Modestly Valiant; That Stirs Not Till He Most Needs, And Then To Purpose. A Continued Patience I Commend Not.

It Is Much Safer To Reconcile An Enemy Than To Conquer Him; Victory May Deprive Him Of His Poison, But Reconciliation Of His Will.

It Is To Be Doubted Whether He Will Ever Find The Way To Heaven Who Desires To Go Thither Alone.

He That Always Waits Upon God Is Ready Whenever He Calls. Neglect Not To Set Your Accounts Even; He Is A Happy Man Who To Lives As That Death At All Times May Find Him At Leisure To Die.

He That Despairs Degrades The Deity, And Seems To Intimate That He Is Insufficient, Or Not Just To His Word; And In Vain Hath Read The Scriptures, The World, And Man.