Preaching Is To Much Avail, But Practice

A Mother's Love, In A Degree, Sanctifies The Most Worthless Offspring.

Folly Is Like The Growth Of Weeds, Always Luxurious And Spontaneous; Wisdom, Like Flowers, Requires Cultivation.

The Eye Is The Inlet To The Soul, And It Is Well To Beware Of Him Whose Visual Organs Avoid Your Honest Regard.

True Sympathy Is Putting Ourselves In Another's Place; And We Are Moved In Proportion To The Reality Of Our Imagination.

Few Things In This World More Trouble People Than Poverty, Or The Fear Of Poverty; And, Indeed, It Is A Sore Affliction; But, Like All Other Ills That Flesh Is Heir To, It Has Its Antidote, Its Reliable Remedy. The Judicious Application Of Industry, Prudence And Temperance Is A Certain Cure.