A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

The Uncandid Censurer Always Picks Out The Worst Man Of A Class, And Then Confidently Produces Him As Being A Fair Specimen Of It.

In Grief We Know The Worst Of What We Feel But Who Can Tell The End Of What We Fear?

Our Merciful Father Has No Pleasure In The Sufferings Of His Children; He Chastens Them In Love; He Never Inflicts A Stroke He Could Safely Spare; He Inflicts It To Purify As Well As To Punish, To Caution As Well As To Cure, To Improve As Well As To Chastise.