No Man Ever Repented Of Being A

It Is A Part Of Christianity To Convert Every Natural Talent To A Religious Use.

A Crown! What Is It? It Is To Bear The Miseries Of A People! To Hear Their Murmurs, Feel Their Discontents, And Sink Beneath A Load Of Splendid Care!

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

He Who Has Once Taken To Drink Can Seldom Be Said To Be Guilty Of One Sin Only.

Sow An Action, Reap A Habit.