Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is

Be Very Vigilant Over Thy Child In The April Of His Understanding, Lest The Frost Of May Nip His Blossoms. While He Is A Tender Twig, Straighten Him; Whilst He Is A New Vessel, Season Him; Such As Thou Makest Him, Such Commonly Shall Thou Find Him. Let His First Lesson Be Obedience And His Second Shall Be What Thou Wilt.

Gold Is Caesar's Treasure, Man Is God's; Thy Gold Hath Caesar's Image, And Thou Hast God's.

Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of Thy Shame; Where Vain-glory Commands, There Folly Counsels; Where Pride Rides, There Shame Lackeys.

Thy Ignorance In Unrevealed Mysteries Is The Mother Of A Saving Faith, And Thy Understanding In Revealed Truths Is The Mother Of A Sacred Knowledge; Understand Not Therefore That Thou Mayest Believe, But Believe That Thou Mayest Understand; Understanding Is The Wages Of A Lively Faith And Faith Is The Reward Of An Humble Ignorance.

Immortal Life Is Something To Be Earned, By Slow Self-conquest, Comradeship With Pain, And Patient Seeking After Higher Truths.