The Keen Spirit Seizes The Prompt Occasion,

Among The Many Evils Which Prevail Under The Sun, The Abuse Of Words Is Not The Least Considerable. By The Influence Of Time, And The Perversion Of Fashion, The Plainest And Most Unequivocal May Be So Altered, As To Have A Meaning Assigned Them Almost Diametrically Opposite To Their Original Signification.

Subduing And Subdued, The Petty Strife, Which Clouds The Colour Of Domestic Life; The Sober Comfort, All The Peace Which Springs From The Large Aggregate Of Little Things; On These Small Cares Of Daughter, Wife Or Friend, The Almost Sacred Joys Of Home Depend.

My Retirement Was Now Become Solitude; The Former Is, I Believe, The Best State For The Mind Of Man, The Latter Almost The Worst. In Complete Solitude, The Eye Wants Objects, The Heart Wants Attachments, The Understanding Wants Reciprocation. The Character Loses Its Tenderness When It Has Nothing To Strengthen It, Its Sweetness When It Has Nothing To Soothe It.

We Have Employments Assigned To Us For Every Circumstance In Life. When We Are Alone, We Have Our Thoughts To Watch; In The Family, Our Tempers; And In Company, Our Tongues.

Affliction Is A Sort Of Moral Gymnasium In Which The Disciples Of Christ Are Trained To Robust Exercise, Hardy Exertion, And Severe Conflict.