Prayer Is Not Eloquence But Earnestness.

The Ingenuity Of Self-deception Is Inexhaustible.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Praise When Given By Those Whose Own High Merit Claims The Praise They Give.

The Artful Injury, Whose Venomed Dart Scarce Wounds The Hearing, While It Stabs The Heart.

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.

There Are Only Two Bad Things In This World, Sin And Bile.