Love Never Reasons, But Profusely

Our Merciful Father Has No Pleasure In The Sufferings Of His Children; He Chastens Them In Love; He Never Inflicts A Stroke He Could Safely Spare; He Inflicts It To Purify As Well As To Punish, To Caution As Well As To Cure, To Improve As Well As To Chastise.

Resentment Is An Evil So Costly To Our Peace That We Should Find It More Cheap To Forgive Even Were It No More Right.

Long Habit So Reconciles Us To Almost Any Thing, That The Grossest Improprieties Cease To Strike Us When They Once Make A Part Of The Common Course Of Action.

The Roses Of Pleasure Seldom Last Long Enough To Adorn The Brow Of Him Who Plucks Them; For They Are The Only Roses Which Do Not Retain Their Sweetness After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

All Reformations Seem Formidable Before They Are Attempted.