Obedience Sums Up Our Entire Duty.

Prosperity Seems To Be Scarcely Safe, Unless It Be Mixed With A Little Adversity.

Lay Silently The Injuries You Receive Upon The Altar Of Oblivion.

It Is But A Step From Companionship To Slavery When One Associates With Vice.

O Sin, How You Paint Your Face! How You Flatter Us Poor Mortals On To Death! You Never Appear To The Sinner In Your True Character; You Make Fair Promises, But You Never Fulfil One; Your Tongue Is Smoother Than Oil, But The Poison Of Asps Is Under Your Lip!

All Our Possessions Are As Nothing Compared To Health, Strength, And A Clear Conscience.