For Every Bad There Might

The Life Of Doctrine Is In Application.

Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

We Are Often Infinitely Mistaken, And Take The Falsest Measures, When We Envy The Happiness Of Rich And Great Men; We Know Not The Inward Canker That Eats Out All Their Joy And Delight, And Makes Them Really Much More Miserable Than Ourselves.

There Is No Word Or Action But May Be Taken With Two Hands,--either With The Right Hand Of Charitable Construction, Or The Sinister Interpretation Of Malice And Suspicion; And All Things Do Succeed As They Are Taken. To Construe An Evil, Action Well Is But A Pleasing And Profitable Deceit To Myself; But To Misconstrue A Good Thing Is A Treble Wrong,--to Myself, The Action, And The Author.

Every Day Is A Little Life, And Our Whole Life Is But A Day Repeated. Therefore Live Every Day As If It Would Be The Last. Those That Dare Lose A Day, Are Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It Are Desperate.