Love Your Enemies, For They Tell You

We Are Spirits. That Bodies Should Be Lent Us While They Afford Us Pleasure, Assist Us In Acquiring Knowledge Or In Doing Good To Our Fellow-creatures, Is A Kind Of Benevolent Act Of God. When They Become Unfit For These Purposes And Afford Us Pain Instead Of Pleasure, Instead Of An Aid Become An Encumbrance And Answer None Of These Intentions For Which They Were Given, It Is Equally Kind And Benevolent That A Way Is Provided By Which We Get Rid Of Them. Death Is That Way.

Friends And Neighbors Complain That Taxes Are Indeed Very Heavy, And If Those Laid On By The Government Were The Only Ones We Had To Pay, We Might The More Easily Discharge Them; But We Have Many Others, And Much More Grievous To Some Of Us. We Are Taxed Twice As Much By Our Idleness, Three Times As Much By Our Pride, And Four Times As Much By Our Folly.

It Takes Many Good Deeds To Build A Good Reputation, And Only One Bad One To Lose It.

Take It From Richard, Poor And Lame, What's Begun In Anger Ends In Shame.

You Will See In This My Notion Of Good Works, That I Am Far From Expecting To Merit Heaven By Them. By Heaven We Understand A State Of Happiness, Infinite In Degree, And Eternal In Duration. I Can Do Nothing To Deserve Such Rewards... Even The Mixed Imperfect Pleasures We Enjoy In This World, Are Rather From God's Goodness Than Our Merit, How Much More Such Happiness Of Heaven!