We Live In An Age

Luxury! More Perilous To Youth Than Storms Or Quicksand, Poverty Or Chains.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

No Adulation; 'tis The Death Of Virtue; Who Flatters, Is Of All Mankind The Lowest Save He Who Courts The Flattery.

Strange! That What Is Enjoyed Without Pleasure Cannot Be Discontinued Without Pain!

Repentance Is Not Completed By A Single Act, It Must Be Incorporated Into Our Mind, Till It Become A Fixed State, Arising From A Continual Sense Of Our Need Of It.