Good Taste Rejects Excessive Nicety.

Before Putting Yourself In Peril, It Is Necessary To Foresee And Fear It; But When One Is There, Nothing Remains But To Despise It.

The Greatest Of All Crosses Is Self. If We Die In Part Every Day, We Shall Have But Little To Do On The Last. These Little Daily Deaths Will Destroy The Power Of The Final Dying.

I Am Not In The Least Surprised That Your Impression Of Death Becomes More Lively, In Proportion As Age And Infirmity Bring It Nearer. God Makes Use Of This Rough Trial To Undeceive Us In Respect To Our Courage, To Make Us Feel Our Weakness, And To Keep Us In All Humility In His Hands.

True Piety Hath In It Nothing Weak, Nothing Sad, Nothing Constrained. It Enlarges The Heart; It Is Simple, Free, And Attractive.

The Past But Lives In Written Words: A Thousand Ages Were Blank If Books Had Not Evoked Their Ghosts, And Kept The Pale Unbodied Shades To Warn Us From Fleshless Lips.