Death Cannot Kill What Never Dies.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still.

Above All Things Endeavor To Breed Them Up The Love Of Virtue, And That Holy Plain Way Of It Which We Have Lived In, That The World In No Part Of It Get Into My Family. I Had Rather They We're Homely Than Finely Bred As To Outward Behavior; Yet I Love Sweetness Mixed With Gravity, And Cheerfulness Tempered With Sobriety.

Do Good With What Thou Hast, Or It Will Do Thee No Good.

The Only Fountain In The Wilderness Of Life, Where Man Drinks Of Water Totally Unmixed With Bitterness, Is That Which Gushes For Him In The Calm And Shady Recess Of Domestic Life.

The Usefulest Truths Are The Plainest.