In Men This Blunder Still You Find;

One Kernel Is Felt In A Hogshead; One Drop Of Water Helps To Swell The Ocean; A Spark Of Fire Helps To Give Light To The World. None Are Too Small, Too Feeble, Too Poor To Be Of Service. Think Of This And Act.

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

What Ascends Up In Prayer Descends To Us Again In Blessings. It Is Like The Rain Which Just Now Fell, And Which Had Been Drawn Up From The Ground In Vapors To The Clouds Before It Descended From Them To The Earth In That Refreshing Shower.

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.