Our Friends Are Generally Ready To Do

Those Who Speak Ill Of The Spiritual Life, Although They Come And Go By Day, Are Like The Smith's Bellows: They Take Breath But Are Not Alive.

To Great Evils We Submit, We Resent Little Provocations.

To The Proud The Slightest Repulse Or Disappointment Is The Last Indignity.

There Is Something Captivating In Spirit And Intrepidity, To Which, We Often Yield As To A Resistless Power; Nor Can He Reasonably Expect, The Confidence Of Others Who Too Apparently Distrusts Himself.

We Must Overact Our Part In Some Measure, In Order To Produce Any Effect At All.