Did Not God Sometimes Withhold

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs.

Pleasure Is By Much The Most Laborious Trade I Know, Especially For Those Who Have Not A Vocation To It.

Going To The Opera, Like Getting Drunk, Is A Sin That Carries Its Own Punishment With It.

Our Infinite Obligations To God Do Not Fill Our Hearts Half As Much As A Petty Uneasiness Of Our Own; Nor His Infinite Perfections As Much As Our Smallest Wants.

How Short Is Human Life! The Very Breath Which Frames My Words Accelerates My Death.