Resentment Is An Evil So Costly To

Life Though A Short, Is A Working Day. Activity May Lead To Evil; But Inactivity Cannot Be Led To Good.

Among The Many Evils Which Prevail Under The Sun, The Abuse Of Words Is Not The Least Considerable. By The Influence Of Time, And The Perversion Of Fashion, The Plainest And Most Unequivocal May Be So Altered, As To Have A Meaning Assigned Them Almost Diametrically Opposite To Their Original Signification.

My Plan Of Instruction Is Extremely Simple And Limited. They Learn, On Week-days, Such Coarse Works As May Fit Them For Servants. I Allow Of No Writing For The Poor. My Object Is Not To Make Fanatics, But To Train Up The Lower Classes In Habits Of Industry And Piety.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest, Compelled To Starve At An Unreal Feast: A Spark, Which Upward Tends By Nature's Force: A Stream Diverted From Its Parent Source; A Drop Dissever'd From The Boundless Sea; A Moment, Parted From Eternity; A Pilgrim Panting For The Rest To Come; An Exile, Anxious For His Native Home.

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.