We Are Apt To Love Praise, But

Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

It Is Wise Not To Seek A Secret, And Honest Not To Reveal One.

For Though Death Be A Dark Passage, It Leads To Immortality, And That Is Recompence Enough For Suffering Of It.

Never Despise What You Don't Understand.

For Death Is No More Than A Turning Of Us Over From Time To Eternity.