Negligence Is The Rust Of

Vice Is A Peripatetic, Always In Progression.

All Men Will Be Peters In Their Bragging Tongue, And Most Men Will Be Peters In Their Base Denial; But Few Men Will Be Peters In Their Quick Repentance.

Meditation Is The Soul's Perspective Glass, Whereby, In Her Long Remove, She Discerneth God, As If He Were Nearer At Hand.

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.

Human Life Has Not A Surer Friend, Nor Oftentimes A Greater Enemy, Than Hope. It Is The Miserable Man's God, Which In The Hardest Gripe Of Calamity Never Fails To Yield To Him Beams Of Comfort. It Is The Presumptuous Man's Devil, Which Leads Him A While In A Smooth Way, And Then Suddenly Breaks His Neck.