A Good Man Is Kinder To His

Not To Be Afflicted Is A Sign Of Weakness; For, Therefore God Imposeth No More On Me, Because He Sees I Can Bear No More.

It Is Not The Bee's Touching On The Flowers That Gathers The Honey, But Her Abiding For A Time Upon Them, And Drawing Out The Sweet.

[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed Of Earth As Sure To Wake As Ever We Can Be To Shut Our Eyes.

I Will Rather Suffer A Thousand Wrongs Than Offer One. I Have Always Found That To Strive With A Superior Is Injurious; With An Equal, Doubtful; With An Inferior, Sordid And Base; With Any, Full Of Unquietness.

Seldom Was Any Knowledge Given To Keep, But To Impart; The Grace Of This Rich Jewel Is Lost In Concealment.