When We Read, We Fancy We Could

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

Absence In Love Is Like Water Upon Fire; A Little Quickens, But Much Extinguishes It.

Of Two Evils, Had Not An Author Better Be Tedious Than Superficial! From An Overflowing Vessel You May Gather More, Indeed, Than You Want, But From An Empty One You Can Gather Nothing.

The Misfortune Is, That Religious Learning Is Too Often Rather Considered As An Act Of The Memory Than Of The Heart And Affections; As A Dry Duty, Rather Than A Lively Pleasure.

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.