How Good Is God! How Sweet His

Small Crimes Always Precede Great Ones. Never Have We Seen Timid Innocence Pass Suddenly To Extreme Licentiousness.

Pain Is Unjust, And All The Arguments That Cannot Soothe It Only Rouse Suspicion.

Honor, Without Money, Is A Mere Malady.

He Who Has Far To Ride Spares His Horse.

The Part I Remember Best Is The Beginning.