Pity Enlarges The Heart.

Nothing Is So Costly As The Pursuit Of A Cure For Imaginary Ills.

Peace Does Not Dwell In Outward Things, But Within The Soul.

Violent Excitement Exhausts The Mind And Leaves It Withered And Sterile.

Peace Does Not Dwell In Outward Things But Within The Soul; We May Preserve It In The Midst Of The Bitterest Pain, If Our Will Remains Firm And Submissive. Peace In This Life Springs From Acquiescence To, Not An Exemption From, Suffering.

O God, The Creature Knows Not To What End Thou Hast Made Him; Teach Him, And Write In The Depths Of His Soul That The Clay Must Suffer Itself To Be Shaped At The Will Of The Potter.