The Severest Punishment Suffered By A Sensitive

Folly Is Like The Growth Of Weeds, Always Luxurious And Spontaneous; Wisdom, Like Flowers, Requires Cultivation.

If We Are At Peace With God And Our Own Conscience, What Enemy Among Men Need We Fear?

Falsehood Is Cowardice, The Truth Courage.

Few Things In This World More Trouble People Than Poverty, Or The Fear Of Poverty; And, Indeed, It Is A Sore Affliction; But, Like All Other Ills That Flesh Is Heir To, It Has Its Antidote, Its Reliable Remedy. The Judicious Application Of Industry, Prudence And Temperance Is A Certain Cure.

I Have Somewhere Read That Conscience Not Only Sits As Witness And Judge Within Our Bosoms, But Also Forms The Prison Of Punishment.