Woe To That Man Who Runs When

The Same Sun That Hardens The Clay Softens The Wax.

But This Christ Or Redeemer Took Not Upon Him The Nature Of Angels, But The Seed Of Abraham, That Is, Human Nature, That In The Nature Which Sinned He Might Make The Expiation Required.

We Communicate Happiness To Others Not Often By Great Acts Of Devotion And Self-sacrifice, But By The Absence Of Fault-finding And Censure, By Being Ready To Sympathize With Their Notions And Feelings, Instead Of Forcing Them To Sympathize With Ours.

It Is Strictly And Philosophically True In Nature And Reason That There Is No Such Thing As Chance Or Accident; It Being Evident That These Words Do Not Signify Anything Really Existing, Anything That Is Truly An Agent Or The Cause Of Any Event; But They Signify Merely Men's Ignorance Of The Real An Immediate Cause.

Multitudes Of Words Are Neither An Argument Of Clear Ideas In The Writer, Nor A Proper Means Of Conveying Clear Notions To The Reader.