A Man Is Rich Whose

There Is No Excess In The World So Commendable As Excessive Gratitude.

The Pleasure We Feel In Criticizing Robs Us From Being Moved By Very Beautiful Things.

It Is No More In Our Power To Love Always Than It Was Not To Love At All.

When We Lavish Our Money We Rob Our Heir; When We Merely Save It We Rob Ourselves.

Whatever Is Certain In Death Is Slightly Alleviated By What Is Not So Infallible; The Time When It Shall Happen Is Undefined, But It Is More Or Less Connected With The Infinite, And What We Call Eternity.