The Road To Perseverance Lies

In Giving Of Thy Alms, Inquire Not So Much Into The Person, As His Necessity. God Looks Not So Much Upon The Merits Of Him That Requires, As Into The Manner Of Him That Relieves; If The Man Deserve Not, Thou Hast Given It To Humanity.

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.

I See No Virtue Where I Smell No Sweat.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.