We Are Apt To Love Praise, But

Sense Shines With Double Lustre When Set In Humility.

Death Is But Crossing The World, As Friends Do The Seas; They Live In One Another Still. For They Must Needs Be Present, That Love And Live In That Which Is Omnipresent. In This Divine Glass, They See Face To Face; And Their Converse Is Free As Well As Pure. This Is The Comfort Of Friends, That Though They May Be Said To Die, Yet Their Friendship And Society Are, In The Best Sense, Ever Present, Because Immortal.

The Tallest Trees Are Most In The Power Of The Winds, And Ambitious Men Of The Blasts Of Fortune.

He That Lives In Love Lives In God.

Cunning To Wise, Is As An Ape To A Man.