The Ears Of The Common People Are

We Must Make Up Our Minds To Be Ignorant Of Much, If We Would Know Anything.

Where Good And Ill Together Blent, Wage An Undying Strife.

Thought And Speech Are Inseparable From Each Other. Matter And Expression Are Parts Of One; Style Is A Thinking Out Into Language.

God Knows What Is My Greatest Happiness, But I Do Not. There Is No Rule About What Is Happy And Good; What Suits One Would Not Suit Another. And The Ways By Which Perfection Is Reached Vary Very Much; The Medicines Necessary For Our Souls Are Very Different From Each Other. Thus God Leads Us By Strange Ways; We Know He Wills Our Happiness, But We Neither Know What Our Happiness Is, Nor The Way. We Are Blind; Left To Ourselves We Should Take The Wrong Way; We Must Leave It To Him.

God Created You To Do Him Some Particular Service. He Has Given Some Work To You That He Has Not Given To Another. You Have Your Mission. You Shall Do Good.