I Shall Pass Through Life But Once.

We Are Apt To Be Very Pert At Censuring Others, Where We Will Not Endure Advice.

The Country Life Is To Be Preferred, For There We See The Works Of God; But In Cities Little Else But The Works Of Men. And The One Makes A Better Subject For Contemplation Than The Other.

A Good End Cannot Sanctify Evil Means; Nor Must We Ever Do Evil, That Good May Come Of It... It Is As Great Presumption To Send Our Passions Upon God's Errands, As To Palliate Them With God's Name... We Are Too Ready To Retailiate, Rather Than Forgive, Or Gain By Love And Information. And Yet We Could Hurt No Man That We Believe Loves Us. Let Us Try Then What Love Will Do: For If Men Did Once See We Love Them, We Should Soon Find They Would Not Harm Us. Force May Subdue, But Love Gains: And He That Forgives First, Wins The Laurel.

If A Civil Word Or Two Will Render A Man Happy, He Must Be A Wretch Indeed Who Will Not Tell Them To Him.

Though Our Savior's Passion Is Over, His Compassion Is Not.