We Ought Never To Sport With Pain

Nothing Leads More Directly To The Breach Of Charity, And To The Injury And Molestation Of Our Fellow-creatures, Than The Indulgence Of An Ill Temper.

Compassion Is An Emotion Of Which We Ought Never To Be Ashamed. Graceful, Particularly In Youth, Is The Tear Of Sympathy, And The Heart That Melts At The Tale Of Woe. We Should Not Permit Ease And Indulgence To Contract Our Affections, And Wrap Us Up In A Selfish Enjoyment; But We Should Accustom Ourselves To Think Of The Distresses Of Human, Life, Of The Solitary Cottage; The Dying Parent, And The Weeping Orphan. Nor Ought We Ever To Sport With Pain And Distress In Any Of Our Amusements, Or Treat Even The Meanest Insect With Wanton Cruelty.

It Is Pride Which Fills The World With So Much Harshness And Severity. We Are Rigorous To Offenses As If We Had Never Offended.

Only Mediocrity Of Enjoyment Is Allowed To Man.

Worry Not About The Possible Troubles Of The Future; For If They Come, You Are But Anticipating And Adding To Their Weight; And If They Do Not Come, Your Worry Is Useless; And In Either Case It Is Weak And In Vain, And A Distrust Of God's Providence.