The Discontented Man Finds No Easy Chair.

A Man Of Knowledge Like A Rich Soil, Feeds If Not A World Of Corn, A World Of Weeds.

Take One Thing With Another, And The World Is A Pretty Good Sort Of A World, And It Is Our Duty To Make The Best Of It, And Be Thankful.

He That's Content Hath Enough.

As We Must Account For Every Idle Word, So Must We Account For Every Idle Silence.

It Is The Will Of God And Nature That These Mortal Bodies Be Laid Aside, When The Soul Is To Enter Into Real Life; 'tis Rather An Embrio State, A Preparation For Living; A Man Is Not Completely Born Until He Be Dead: Why Then Should We Grieve That A New Child Is Born Among The Immortals?