If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every

When We Take A Slight Survey Of The Surface Of Our Globe A Thousand Objects Offer Themselves Which, Though Long Known, Yet Still Demand Our Curiosity.

Man Wants But Little Here Below, Nor Wants That Little Long.

While Selfishness Joins Hands With No One Of The Virtues, Benevolence Is Allied To Them All.

If The Soul Be Happily Disposed, Every Thing Becomes Capable Of Affording Entertainment, And Distress Will Almost Want A Name.

Our Chief Comforts Often Produce Our Greatest Anxieties, And The Increase In Our Possessions Is But An Inlet To New Disquietudes.