I Have Seldom Seen Much Ostentation And

It Is Not The Bee's Touching On The Flowers That Gathers The Honey, But Her Abiding For A Time Upon Them, And Drawing Out The Sweet.

He That Taketh His Own Cares Upon Himself Loads Himself In Vain With An Uneasy Burden. I Will Cast All My Cares On God; He Hath Bidden Me; They Cannot Burden Him.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

What Fools Are We, To Be Besotted With The Love Of Our Own Trouble, And To Hate Our Liberty And Rest!

There Is No Word Or Action But May Be Taken With Two Hands,--either With The Right Hand Of Charitable Construction, Or The Sinister Interpretation Of Malice And Suspicion; And All Things Do Succeed As They Are Taken. To Construe An Evil, Action Well Is But A Pleasing And Profitable Deceit To Myself; But To Misconstrue A Good Thing Is A Treble Wrong,--to Myself, The Action, And The Author.