O God, The Creature Knows Not To

Genuine Good Taste Consists In Saying Much In Few Words, In Choosing Among Our Thoughts, In Having Order And Arrangement In What We Say, And In Speaking With Composure.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.

So Long As We Are Full Of Self We Are Shocked At The Faults Of Others. Let Us Think Often Of Our Own Sin, And We Shall Be Lenient To The Sins Of Others.

It Is Often Our Own Imperfection Which Makes Us Reprove The Imperfection Of Others; A Sharp-sighted Self-love Of Others

Commit Yourself Then To God! He Will Be Your Guide. He Himself Will Travel With You, As We Are Told He Did With The Israelites, To Bring Them Step By Step Across The Desert To The Promised Land. Ah! What Will Be Your Blessedness, If You Will But Surrender Yourself Into The Hands Of God, Permitting Him To Do Whatever He Will, Not According To Your Desires, But According To His Own Good Pleasure?