Men Would Be Angels, Angels

Fool, 'tis In Vain From Wit To Wit To Roam: Know, Sense, Like Charity, Begins At Home.

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

A Family Is But Too Often A Commonwealth Of Malignants.

Yes, I Am Proud; I Must Be Proud To See Men Not Afraid Of God, Afraid Of Me.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.