I Love My Country Better Than My

God Never Ceases To Speak To Us, But The Noise Of The World Without And The Tumult Of Our Passions Within Bewilder Us And Prevent Us From Listening To Him

We Are Never Less Alone Than When We Are In The Society Of A Single, Faithful Friend; Never Less Deserted Than When We Are Carried In Tne Arms Of The All-powerful.

God Never Makes Us Sensible Of Our Weakness Except To Give Us Of His Strength.

The More You Say, The Less People Remember.

This Poor World, The Object Of So Much Insane Attachment, We Are About To Leave; It Is But Misery, Vanity, And Folly; A Phantom--the Very Fashion Of Which "passeth Away.