[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed

Satan Would Seem To Be Mannerly And Reasonable; Making As If He Would Be Content With One-half Of The Heart, Whereas God Challengeth All Or None: As, Indeed, He Hath Most Reason To Claim All That Made All. But This Is Nothing But A Crafty Fetch Of Satan; For He Knows That If He Have Any Part, God Will Have None: So The Whole Falleth To His Share Alone.

It Is Of No Small Commendation To Manage A Little Well. To Live Well In Abundance Is The Praise Of The Estate, Not Of The Person. I Will Study More How To Give A Good Account Of My Little, Than How To Make It More.

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

Society Is The Atmosphere Of Souls; And We Necessarily Imbibe From It Something Which Is Either Infectious Or Healthful.

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.