The Greater Our Dread Of

Let Us Often Think Of Our Own Infirmities, And We Shall Become Indulgent Toward Those Of Others.

I Had Often Heard Mentor Say, That The Voluptuous Were Never Brave, And I Now Found By Experience That It Was True; For The Cyprians Whose Jollity Had Been So Extravagant And Tumultuous, Now Sunk Under A Sense Of Their Danger And Wept Like Women. I Heard Nothing But The Screams Of Terror And The Wailings Of Hopeless Distress. Some Lamented The Loss Of Pleasures That Were Never To Return; But None Had Presence Of Mind Either To Undertake Or Direct The Navigation Of The Menaced Vessel.

The Greatest Defect Of Common Education Is, That We Are In The Habit Of Putting Pleasure All On One Side, And Weariness On The Other; All Weariness In Study, All Pleasure In Idleness.

God Has Not Chosen To Save Us Without Crosses; As He Has Not Seen Fit To Create Men At Once In The Full Vigor Of Manhood, But Has Suffered Them To Grow Up By Degrees Amid All The Perils And Weaknesses Of Youth.

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.