He That Composes Himself Is Wiser Than

Applause Waits On Success.

Pride Is Said To Be The Last Vice The Good Man Gets Clear Of.

We Hear Of The Conversion Of Water Into Wine At The Marriage In Cana As Of A Miracle. But This Conversion Is, Through The Goodness Of God, Made Every Day Before Our Eyes. Behold The Rain Which Descends From Heaven Upon Our Vineyards, And Which Incorporates Itself With The Grapes, To Be Changed Into Wine; A Constant Proof That God Loves Us, And Loves To See Us Happy.

If It Were Not For The Belly, The Back Might Wear Gold.

We Are Spirits. That Bodies Should Be Lent Us While They Afford Us Pleasure, Assist Us In Acquiring Knowledge Or In Doing Good To Our Fellow-creatures, Is A Kind Of Benevolent Act Of God. When They Become Unfit For These Purposes And Afford Us Pain Instead Of Pleasure, Instead Of An Aid Become An Encumbrance And Answer None Of These Intentions For Which They Were Given, It Is Equally Kind And Benevolent That A Way Is Provided By Which We Get Rid Of Them. Death Is That Way.