What I Have Done Is Worthy Of

If The Sun Of God's Countenance Shine Upon Me, I May Well Be Content To Be Wet With The Rain Of Affliction.

Let Me Know Myself; Let Others Guess At Me.

Every Day Is A Little Life, And Our Whole Life Is But A Day Repeated. Therefore Live Every Day As If It Would Be The Last. Those That Dare Lose A Day, Are Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It Are Desperate.

There Is No Word Or Action But May Be Taken With Two Hands,--either With The Right Hand Of Charitable Construction, Or The Sinister Interpretation Of Malice And Suspicion; And All Things Do Succeed As They Are Taken. To Construe An Evil, Action Well Is But A Pleasing And Profitable Deceit To Myself; But To Misconstrue A Good Thing Is A Treble Wrong,--to Myself, The Action, And The Author.

Our Good Purposes Foreslowed Are Become Our Tormentors Upon Our Deathbed.