Vice Stings Us Even In

The Only Amaranthine Flower On Earth Is Virtue; The Only Lasting Treasure, Truth.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow, And When We Lie Down At Night We May Safely Say To Most Of Our Troubles, "ye Have Done Your Worst, And We Shall See You No More."

God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath Should Make Resolutions To Enlarge Jurisdiction.

The Parable Of The Prodigal Son, The Most Beautiful Fiction That Ever Was Invented; Our Saviour's Speech To His Disciples, With Which He Closed His Earthly Ministrations, Full Of The Sublimest Dignity And Tenderest Affection, Surpass Everything That I Ever Read; And Like The Spirit By Which They Were Dictated, Fly Directly To The Heart.

When From Soft Love Proceeds The Deep Distress, Ah! Why Forbid The Willing Tears To Flow?