Misery Is Almost Always The Result Of

We Use Up In The Passions The Stuff That Was Given Us For Happiness.

The Dregs May Stir Themselves As They Please; They Fall Back To The Bottom By Their Own Coarseness.

Let Us Be Men With Men, And Always Children Before God; For In His Eyes We Are But Children. Old Age Itself, In Presence Of Eternity, Is But The First Moment Of A Morning.

Religion Is The Only Metaphysic That The Multitude Can Understand And Adopt.

Be Charitable And Indulge To Everyone, But Thyself.