Every Pot Must Sit On Its Own

Twas Noah Who First Planted The Vine And Mended His Morals By Drinking Its Wine.

Evil, As Evil, Can Never Be Chosen; And Though Evil Is Often The Effect Of Our Own Choice, Yet We Never Desire It But Under The Appearance Of An Imaginary Good.

That Which Hurts, Also Instructs.

In Reality, There Is, Perhaps, No One Of Our Natural Passions So Hard To Subdue As Pride. Disguise It, Struggle With It, Beat It Down, Stifle It, Mortify It As Much As One Pleases, It Is Still Alive, And Will Every Now And Then Peep Out And Show Itself; You Will See It, Perhaps, Often In This History; For, Even If I Could Conceive That I Had Completely Overcome It, I Should Probably Be Proud Of My Humility.

Men Differ Daily About Things Which Are Subject To Sense, Is It Likely Then They Should Agree About Things Invisible.