I Rejoiced In My Progress, Mourned My

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief

Do You Suppose There Is Any Living Man So Unreasonable That If He Found Himself Stricken With A Dangerous Ailment He Would Not Anxiously Desire To Regain The Blessing Of Health?