God Pity The Man Of Science Who

Posts Of Honor Are Evermore Posts Of Danger And Of Care.

There Are Crowds Who Trample A Flower Into The Dust Without Thinking Once That They Have One Of The Sweetest Thoughts Of God Under Their Heel.

The Faculties Of Our Souls Differ As Widely As The Features Of Our Faces And The Forms Of Our Frames.

So I Take My Life As I Find It, As A Life Full Of Grand Advantages That Are Linked Indissolubly To My Noblest Happiness And My Everlasting Safety. I Believe That Infinite Love Ordained It, And That, If I Bow Willingly, Tractably, And Gladly To Its Discipline, My Father Will Take Care Of It.

I Account The Office Of Benefactor, Or Almoner, To Which God Appoints All Those Whom He Has Favored With Wealth, One Of The Most Honorable And Delightful In The World. He Never Institutes A Channel For The Passage Of His Bounties That Those Bounties Do Not Enrich And Beautify.