In Agony Or Danger, No Nature Is

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

Resentment Is An Evil So Costly To Our Peace That We Should Find It More Cheap To Forgive Even Were It No More Right.

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.

Anger Is The Common Refuge Of Insignificance. People Who Feel Their Character To Be Slight, Hope To Give It Weight By Inflation: But The Blown Bladder At Its Fullest Distention Is Still Empty.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest, Compelled To Starve At An Unreal Feast: A Spark, Which Upward Tends By Nature's Force: A Stream Diverted From Its Parent Source; A Drop Dissever'd From The Boundless Sea; A Moment, Parted From Eternity; A Pilgrim Panting For The Rest To Come; An Exile, Anxious For His Native Home.