To Those Who Know Thee Not, No

My Retirement Was Now Become Solitude; The Former Is, I Believe, The Best State For The Mind Of Man, The Latter Almost The Worst. In Complete Solitude, The Eye Wants Objects, The Heart Wants Attachments, The Understanding Wants Reciprocation. The Character Loses Its Tenderness When It Has Nothing To Strengthen It, Its Sweetness When It Has Nothing To Soothe It.

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

In Agony Or Danger, No Nature Is Atheist. The Mind That Knows Not What To Fly To, Flies To God.

Temptation Does Not Make The Sin, It Lies Ready In The Heart.

There Are Only Two Bad Things In This World, Sin And Bile.