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How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs; Since Life's Best Joys Consist In Peace And Ease, And Though But Few Can Serve, Yet All May Please; On, Let Th' Ungentle Spirit Learn From Hence, A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

There Is One Single Fact That One May Oppose To All The Wit And Argument Of Infidelity; Namely, That No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death-bed.

He Who Has Once Taken To Drink Can Seldom Be Said To Be Guilty Of One Sin Only.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest.