Some Only Break Their Fast, And So

Things Temporal Are Sweeter In The Expectation, Things Eternal Are Sweeter In The Fruition; The First Shames Thy Hope, The Second Crowns It; It Is A Vain Journey, Whose End Affords Less Pleasure Than The Way.

Of All Vices Take Heed Of Drunkenness; Other Vices Are But Fruits Of Disordered Affections--this Disorders, Nay, Banishes Reason; Other Vices But Impair The Soul--this Demolishes Her Two Chief Faculties, The Understanding And The Will; Other Vices Make Their Own Way--this Makes Way For All Vices; He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

Hath Any Wounded Thee With Injuries? Meet Them With Patience. Hasty Words Rankle The Wound; Soft Language Dresses It.

Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is A Feast.

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith To God, If Thou Wantest Charity For Thy Neighbor; And Think Not Thou Halt Charity For Thy Neighbor, If Thou Wantest Faith To God; Where They Are Not Both Together, They Are Both Wanting; They Are Both Dead, If Once Divided.