Failure Is The Inspiration Of

Nothing Gives Us A Greater Idea Of Our Soul, Than That God Has Given Us, At The Moment Of Our Birth, An Angel To Take Care Of It.

He Is Rich Enough Who Does Not Want Bread.

That Clergyman Soon Becomes An Object Of Contempt Who Being Often Asked Out To Dinner Never Refuses To Go.

To Read Without Writing Is To Sleep.

For It Is Good To Cleave To God, And To Put Our Hopes In The Lord, So That, When We Have Exchanged This Poor Life For The Kingdom Of Heaven, We May Cry Aloud: 'whom Have I In Heaven But Thee? There Is None Upon Earth That I Desire Beside Thee.' Assuredly, When We Have Found Such Wealth In Heaven, We May Well Grieve To Have Sought After Poor Passing Pleasures Here On Earth.