We Do Not So Much Want Books

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

Sow An Action, Reap A Habit.

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs.

If Faith Produce No Works, I See That Faith Is Not A Living Tree. Thus Faith And Works Together Grow, No Separate Life They Never Can Know. They're Soul And Body, Hand And Heart, What God Hath Joined, Let No Man Part.