Wit Gives An Edge To Sense, And

Love Is Indeed Heaven Upon Earth; Since Heaven Above Would Not Be Heaven Without It: For Where There Is Not Love; There Is Fear: But Perfect Love Casts Out Fear. And Yet We Naturally Fear Most To Offend What We Most Love.

No Man Is Fit To Command Another That Cannot Command Himself.

Is It Reasonable To Take It Ill, That Anybody Desires Of Us That Which Is Their Own? All We Have Is The Almighty's; And Shall Not God Have His Own When He Calls For It?

We Are Told Truly That Meekness And Modesty Are The Rich And Charming Garments Of The Soul. The Less Showy Our Outward Attire Is, The More Distinctly And Brilliantly Does The Beauty Of These Inner Garments Shine.

Interest Has The Security, Though Not The Virtue Of A Principle. As The World Goes, It Is The Surest Side; For Men Daily Leave Both Relations And Religion To Follow It.