A Light Purse Is A Heavy Curse.

It Is The Duty Of Mankind On All Suitable Occasions To Acknowledge Their Dependence On The Divine Being.

Without Continual Growth And Progress, Such Words As Improvement, Achievement, And Success Have No Meaning.

Constant Complaint Is The Poorest Sort Of Pay For All The Comforts We Enjoy.

That Quantity That Is Sufficient, The Stomach Can Perfectly Concoct And Digest, And It Sufficeth The Due Nourishment Of The Body.

Joy Doesn't Exist In The World, It Exists In Us.