Generosity Is Nothing More Seen Than In

Virtue Is Not A Mushroom, That Springeth Up Of Itself In One Night When We Are Asleep, Or Regard It Not; But A Delicate Plant, That Groweth Slowly And Tenderly, Needing Much Pains To Cultivate It, Much Care To Guard It, Much Time To Mature It, In Our Untoward Soil, In This World's Unkindly Weather.

None Are Too Wise To Be Mistaken, But Few Are So Wisely Just As To Acknowledge And Correct Their Mistakes, And Especially The Mistakes Of Prejudice.

Because Men Believe Not In Providence, Therefore They Do So Greedily Scrape And Hoard. They Do Not Believe In Any Reward For Charity, Therefore They Will Part With Nothing.

Smiling Always With A Never Fading Serenity Of Countenance, And Flourishing In An Immortal Youth.

Nature Has Concatenated Our Fortunes And Affections Together With Indissoluble Bands Of Mutual Sympathy.