The More We See The More We

But How Many Moments Are Already Past! Ah! Who Thinks Of Those That Are Past?

My God, Grant That My Bounty May Be A Clear And Transparent River, Flowing From Pure Charity, And Uncontaminated By Self-love, Ambition, Or Interest. Thanks Are Due Not To Me, But Thee, From Whom All I Possess Is Derived. And What Are The Paltry Gifts For Which My Neighbor Forgets To Thank Me, Compared With The Immense Blessings For Which I Have So Often Forgotten To Be Grateful To Thee!

A Heretic Is A Man Who Sees With His Own Eyes

To Borrow Scarce Is Better Than To Beg; As Lending, Lending Upon Interest, Scarce Better Is Than Stealing.

Did The Almighty, Holding In His Right Hand Truth, And In His Left Hand Search After Truth, Deign To Proffer Me The One I Might Prefer, In All Humility, But Without Hesitation, I Should Request Search After Truth.