Wit Gives An Edge To Sense, And

If A Civil Word Or Two Will Render A Man Happy, He Must Be A Wretch Indeed Who Will Not Give Them To Him. Such A Disposition Is Like Lighting Another Man's Candle By One's Own, Which Loses None Of Its Brilliancy By What The Other Gains.

It Is The Amends Of A Short And Troublesome Life, That Doing Good And Suffering Ill Entitles Man To A Longer And Better.

Force May Make Hypocrites, But It Can Never Make Converts.

Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

The Country Life Is To Be Preferred, For There We See The Works Of God; But In Cities Little Else But The Works Of Men. And The One Makes A Better Subject For Contemplation Than The Other.