Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul

Every Man Should Study Conciseness In Speaking; It Is A Sign Of Ignorance Not To Know That Long Speeches, Though They May Please The Speaker, Are The Torture Of The Hearer.

Discontent Is Like Ink Poured Into Water, Which Fills The Whole Fountain Full Of Blackness.

Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass, Whereby, In Her Long Remove, She Discerneth God, As If He Were Nearer At Hand.

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.