Youth Has A Quickness Of Apprehension, Which

Eternity Is A Depth Which No Geometry Can Measure, No Arithmetic Calculate, No Imagination Conceive, No Rhetoric Describe.

He Who Finds He Has Wasted A Shilling May By Diligence Hope To Fetch It Up Again; But No Repentance Or Industry Can Ever Bring Back One Wasted Hour.

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

The Ubiquity Of The Divine Presence Is The Only True Support, And I Am Sometimes Astonished How Persons, Who Evidently Do Not Possess That Grand Source Of Consolation, Keep Up Their Spirits Under Trials And Difficulties. It Must Be Owing To Careless Tempers And Nerves Of Brass.

In Agony Or Danger, No Nature Is Atheist. The Mind That Knows Not What To Fly To, Flies To God.