There Is No One Subsists By Himself

Hope Is To A Man As A Bladder To A Learning Swimmer--it Keeps Him From Sinking In The Bosom Of The Waves, And By That Help He May Attain The Exercise; But Yet It Many Times Makes Him Venture Beyond His Height, And Then If That Breaks, Or A Storm Rises, He Drowns Without Recovery. How Many Would Die, Did Not Hope Sustain Them! How Many Have Died By Hoping Too Much! This Wonder We Find In Hope, That She Is Both A Flatterer And A True Friend.

Irresolution Is A Worse Vice Than Rashness. He That Shoots Best May Sometimes Miss The Mark; But He That Shoots Not At All Can Never Hit It. Irresolution Loosens All The Joints Of A State; Like An Ague, It Shakes Not This Nor That Limb, But All The Body Is At Once In A Fit. The Irresolute Man Is Lifted From One Place To Another; So Hatcheth Nothing, But Addles All His Actions.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect Change Is The Way To Perfect Them. It Gets The Name Of Wilfulness When It Will Not Admit Of A Lawful Change To The Better. Therefore Constancy Without Knowledge Cannot Be Always Good. In Things Ill It Is Not Virtue, But An Absolute Vice.

Perfection Is Immutable. But For Things Imperfect, Change Is The Way To Perfect Them.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.