Nothing Leads More Directly To The Breach

We Ought Never To Sport With Pain And Distress In Any Of Our Amusements, Or Treat Even The Meanest Insect With Wanton Cruelty.

Those Who Are Learning To Compose And Arrange Their Sentences With Accuracy And Order Are Learning, At The Same Time, To Think With Accuracy And Order.

Compassion Is An Emotion Of Which We Ought Never To Be Ashamed. Graceful, Particularly In Youth, Is The Tear Of Sympathy, And The Heart That Melts At The Tale Of Woe. We Should Not Permit Ease And Indulgence To Contract Our Affections, And Wrap Us Up In A Selfish Enjoyment; But We Should Accustom Ourselves To Think Of The Distresses Of Human, Life, Of The Solitary Cottage; The Dying Parent, And The Weeping Orphan. Nor Ought We Ever To Sport With Pain And Distress In Any Of Our Amusements, Or Treat Even The Meanest Insect With Wanton Cruelty.

Nothing Leads More Directly To The Breach Of Charity, And To The Injury And Molestation Of Our Fellow-creatures, Than The Indulgence Of An Ill Temper.

Human Ability Is An Unequal Match For The Violent And Unforeseen Vicissitudes Of The World.