Prayer Is Not Eloquence But Earnestness.

Of Two Evils, Had Not An Author Better Be Tedious Than Superficial! From An Overflowing Vessel You May Gather More, Indeed, Than You Want, But From An Empty One You Can Gather Nothing.

Glory Darts Her Soul-pervading Ray On Thrones And Cottages, Regardless Still Of All The Artificial Nice Distinctions Vain Human Customs Make.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

In Men This Blunder Still You Find; All Think Their Little Set Mankind.