The Keen Spirit Seizes The Prompt Occasion.

It May Be In Morals As It Is In Optics, The Eye And The Object May Come Too Close To Each Other, To Answer The End Of Vision. There Are Certain Faults Which Press Too Near Our Self-love To Be Even Perceptible To Us.

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

It Is A Sober Truth That People Who Live Only To Amuse Themselves Work Harder At The Task Than Most People Do In Earning Their Daily Bread.

Nothing Is More Common Than To Mistake The Sign For The Thing Itself; Nor Is Any Practice More Frequent Than That Of Endeavoring To Acquire The Exterior Mark, Without Once Thinking To Labor After The Interior Grace.

A Crown! What Is It? It Is To Bear The Miseries Of A People! To Hear Their Murmurs, Feel Their Discontents, And Sink Beneath A Load Of Splendid Care!