The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare, And

What I Spent I Lost; What I Possessed Is Left To Others; What I Gave Away Remains With Me.

Jealousy Is That Pain Which A Man Feels From The Apprehension That He Is Not Equally Beloved By The Person Whom He Entirely Loves.

My Death And Life, My Bane And Antidote, Are Both Before Me.

Content Has A Kindly Influence On The Soul Of Man, In Respect Of Every Being To Whom He Stands Related. It Extinguishes All Murmuring, Repining, And Ingratitude Toward That Being Who Has Allotted Us Our Part To Act In The World. It Destroys All Inordinate Ambition; Gives Sweetness To The Conversation, And Serenity To All The Thoughts; And If It Does Not Bring Riches, It Does The Same Thing By Banishing The Desire Of Them.

The Moderns Cannot Reach Their Beauties, But Can Avoid Their Imperfections.