[w]e All Lie Down In Our Bed

He Is A Very Humble Man, That Thinks Not Himself Better Than Some Others.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

Nothing Fools People As Much As Extreme Passion.

Not Only Commission Makes A Sin. A Man Is Guilty Of All Those Sins He Hateth Not. If I Cannot Avoid All, Yet I Will Hate All.

How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.