The Greater Our Dread Of Crosses, The

The Greatest Of All Crosses Is Self. If We Die In Part Every Day, We Shall Have But Little To Do On The Last. These Little Daily Deaths Will Destroy The Power Of The Final Dying.

I No Longer Desire Anything But To Be Thine.

A Good Historian Is Timeless; Although He Is A Patriot, He Will Never Flatter His Country In Any Respect.

If We Were Faultless We Should Not Be So Much Annoyed By The Defects Of Those With Whom We Associate.

This Poor World, The Object Of So Much Insane Attachment, We Are About To Leave; It Is But Misery, Vanity, And Folly; A Phantom--the Very Fashion Of Which "passeth Away.