Knowledge Is The Treasure, But Judgment The

A Vain Man Is A Nauseous Creature: He Is So Full Of Himself That He Has No Room For Anything Else, Be It Never So Good Or Deserving.

The Country Is Both The Philosopher's Garden And His Library, In Which He Reads And Contemplates The Power, Wisdom And Goodness Of God.

Excess In Apparel Is Another Costly Folly. The Very Trimming Of The Vain World Would Clothe All The Naked Ones.

It Is A Coal From God's Altar Must Kindle Our Fire; And Without Fire, True Fire, No Acceptable Sacrifice.

Above All Things Endeavor To Breed Them Up The Love Of Virtue, And That Holy Plain Way Of It Which We Have Lived In, That The World In No Part Of It Get Into My Family. I Had Rather They We're Homely Than Finely Bred As To Outward Behavior; Yet I Love Sweetness Mixed With Gravity, And Cheerfulness Tempered With Sobriety.