Few Men Make Themselves Masters Of The

If The Prisoner Should Ask The Judge Whether He Would Be Content To Be Hanged, Were He In His Case, He Would Answer No. Then, Says The Prisoner, Do As You Would Be Done To.

All Things Are God's Already; We Can Give Him No Right, By Consecrating Any, That He Had Not Before, Only We Set It Apart To His Service - Just As A Gardener Brings His Master A Basket Of Apricots, And Presents Them; His Lord Thanks Him, And Perhaps Gives Him Something For His Pains, And Yet The Apricots Were As Much His Lord's Before As Now.

Philosophy Is Nothing But Discretion.

To Preach Long, Loud, And Damnation, Is The Way To Be Cried Up. We Love A Man That Damns Us, And We Run After Him Again To Save Us.

Marriage Is A Desperate Thing.