Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is

It Is The Large Aggregate Of Small Things Perpetually Occurring That Robs Me Of All My Time. The Expense Of Learning To Read Might Have Been Spared In My Education, For I Never Read.

When Thou Hast Truly Thanked The Lord For Every Blessing Sent, But Little Time Will Then Remain For Murmur Or Lament.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.

Outward Attacks And Troubles Rather Fix Than Unsettle The Christian, As Tempests From Without Only Serve To Root The Oak Faster; While An Inward Canker Will Gradually Rot And Decay It.

The Sober Comfort, All The Peace Which Springs From The Large Aggregate Of Little Things.