If We Commit Any Crime, Or Do

After All That Corrupt Poets, And More Corrupt Philosophers, Have Told Us Of The Blandishments Of Pleasure, And Of Its Tendency To Soften The Temper And Humanize The Affections, It Is Certain, That Nothing Hardens The Heart Like Excessive And Unbounded Luxury; And He Who Refuses The Fewest Gratifications To His Own Voluptuousness, Will Generally Be Found The Least Susceptible Of Tenderness For The Wants Of Others.

It Is An Excellent Sign, That After The Cares And Labors Of The Day, You Can Return To Your Pious Exercises And Meditations With Undiminished Attention.

Where Evil May Be Done, It Is Right To Ponder; Where Only Suffered, Know The Shortest Pause Is Much Too Long.

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.

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.