Oppression Makes A Poor Country.

It Is Admirable To Consider How Many Millions Of People Come Into, And Go Out Of The World, Ignorant Of Themselves And Of The World They Have Lived In.

We Are Apt To Love Praise, But Not Deserve It. But If We Would Deserve It, We Must Love Virtue More Than That.

Above All Things Endeavor To Breed Them Up The Love Of Virtue, And That Holy Plain Way Of It Which We Have Lived In, That The World In No Part Of It Get Into My Family. I Had Rather They We're Homely Than Finely Bred As To Outward Behavior; Yet I Love Sweetness Mixed With Gravity, And Cheerfulness Tempered With Sobriety.

True Silence Is The Rest Of The Mind, And Is To The Spirit What Sleep Is To The Body, Nourishment And Refreshment.

I Shall Pass Through Life But Once. Let Me Show Kindness Now, As I Shall Not Pass This Way Again.