The Uncandid Censurer Always Picks Out The

Idleness Among Children, As Among Men, Is The Root Of All Evil, And Leads To No Other Evil More Certain Than Ill Temper.

The Uncandid Censurer Always Picks Out The Worst Man Of A Class, And Then Confidently Produces Him As Being A Fair Specimen Of It.

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.

I Am Persuaded That There Is No Affection Of The Human Heart More Exquisitely Pure, Than That Which Is Felt By A Grateful Son Towards A Mother.

People Talk As If The Act Of Death Made A Complete Change In The Nature, As Well As In The Condition Of Man. Death Is The Vehicle To Another State Of Being, But Possesses No Power To Qualify Us For That State. In Conveying Us To A New World It Does Not Give Us A New Heart.