Hatred Is Self-punishment.

Idleness Is Emptiness; The Tree In Which The Sap Is Stagnant, Remains Fruitless.

Envy May Justly Be Called "the Gall Of Bitterness And Bond Of Iniquity;" It Is The Most Acid Fruit That Grows On The Stock Of Sin, A Fluid So Subtle That Nothing But The Fire Of Divine Love Can Purge It From The Soul.

Gratitude Is The Fairest Blossom Which Springs From The Soul; And The Heart Of Man Knoweth None More Fragrant.

The Goodness Of God To Mankind Is No Less Evinced In The Chastisement With Which He Corrects His Children Than In The Smiles Of His Providence; For The Lord Will Not Cast Off Forever, But Though He Cause Grief, Yet Will He Have Compassion According To The Multitude Of His Mercies.

A Single Bad Habit Will Mar An Otherwise Faultless Character, As An Ink-drop Soileth The Pure White Page.