Every Man's Vanity Ought To Be His

Mercy Turns Her Back To The Unmerciful.

Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

He That Gives All, Though But Little, Gives Much; Because God Looks Not To The Quantity Of The Gift, But To The Quality Of The Givers.

Proportion Thy Charity To The Strength Of Thine Estate, Lest God Proportion Thine Estate To The Weakness Of Thy Charity. Let The Lips Of The Poor Be The Trumpet Of Thy Gift, Lest In Seeking Applause, Thou Lose Thy Reward. Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand And A Closed Mouth.