It Is A Sober Truth That People

The Roses Of Pleasure Seldom Last Long Enough To Adorn The Brow Of Him Who Plucks Them; For They Are The Only Roses Which Do Not Retain Their Sweetness After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

If We Commit Any Crime, Or Do Any Good Here, It Must Be In Thought; For Our Words Are Few And Our Deeds None At All.

Nothing Raises The Price Of A Blessing Like Its Removal; Whereas It Was Its Continuance Which Should Have Taught Us Its Value. There Are Three Requisitions To The Proper Enjoyment Of Earthly Blessings,--a Thankful Reflection On The Goodness Of The Giver, A Deep Sense Of Our Unworthiness, A Recollection Of The Uncertainty Of Long Possessing Them. The First Would Make Us Grateful; The Second, Humble; And The Third, Moderate.

Outward Attacks And Troubles Rather Fix Than Unsettle The Christian, As Tempests From Without Only Serve To Root The Oak Faster; While An Inward Canker Will Gradually Rot And Decay It.

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.