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After All That Corrupt Poets, And More Corrupt Philosophers, Have Told Us Of The Blandishments Of Pleasure, And Of Its Tendency To Soften The Temper And Humanize The Affections, It Is Certain, That Nothing Hardens The Heart Like Excessive And Unbounded Luxury; And He Who Refuses The Fewest Gratifications To His Own Voluptuousness, Will Generally Be Found The Least Susceptible Of Tenderness For The Wants Of Others.

Oh! The Joy Of Young Ideas Painted On The Mind, In The Warm Glowing Colors Fancy Spreads On Objects Not Yet Known, When All Is New, And All Is Lovely.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Praise When Given By Those Whose Own High Merit Claims The Praise They Give.

We Do Not Really Know How To Forgive Until We Know What It Is To Be Forgiven. Therefore We Should Be Glad That We Can Be Forgiven By Others. It Is Our Forgiveness Of One Another That Makes The Love Of Jesus Manifest In Our Lives, For In Forgiving One Another We Act Towards One Another As He Has Acted Towards Us.

Genius Without Religion Is Only A Lamp On The Outer Gate Of A Palace; It May Serve To Cast A Gleam Of Light On Those That Are Without, While The Inhabitant Sits In Darkness.