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How Can There Be Pride In A Contrite Heart? Humility Is The Earliest Fruit Of Religion.

The Cloudy Weather Melts At Length Into Beauty, And The Brightest Smiles Of The Heart Are Born Of Its Tears.

I Have Somewhere Read That Conscience Not Only Sits As Witness And Judge Within Our Bosoms, But Also Forms The Prison Of Punishment.

Rage Is Mental Imbecility.

Of All The Ingenious Mistakes Into Which Erring Man Has Fallen, Perhaps None Have Been So Pernicious In Their Consequences, Or Have Brought So Many Evils Into The World, As The Popular Opinion That The Way Of The Transgressor Is Pleasant And Easy.