A Pretty Face May Be Enough To

The Utopians Feel That Slaughtering Our Fellow Creatures Gradually Destroys The Sense Of Compassion, Which Is The Finest Sentiment Of Which Our Human Nature Is Capable.

The Things We Pray For, Good Lord, Give Us Grace To Labor For.

If We Lived In A State Where Virtue Was Profitable, Common Sense Would Make Us Saintly. But Since We See That Avarice, Anger, Pride And Stupidity Commonly Profit Far Beyond Charity, Modesty, Justice And Thought, Perhaps We Must Stand Fast A Little, Even At The Risk Of Being Heroes.

There Are Dreadful Punishments Enacted Against Thieves, But It Were Much Better To Make Such Good Provisions By Which Every Man Might Be Put In A Method How To Live, And So Be Preserved From The Fatal Necessity Of Stealing And Of Dying For It.

For When They See The People Swarm Into The Streets, And Daily Wet To The Skin With Rain, And Yet Cannot Persuade Them To Go Out Of The Rain, They Do Keep Themselves Within Their Houses, Seeing They Cannot Remedy The Folly Of The People.