In Grief We Know The Worst Of

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.

The Misfortune Is, That Religious Learning Is Too Often Rather Considered As An Act Of The Memory Than Of The Heart And Affections; As A Dry Duty, Rather Than A Lively Pleasure.

Of Two Evils, Had Not An Author Better Be Tedious Than Superficial! From An Overflowing Vessel You May Gather More, Indeed, Than You Want, But From An Empty One You Can Gather Nothing.

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.

We Contrive To Make Revenge Itself Look Like Religion. We Call Down Thunder On Many A Head Under Pretence, That Those On Whom We Invoke It Are God's Enemies, When Perhaps We Invoke It Because They Are Ours.