What Are The Sorrows Of

All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

Redemption From Sin Is Greater Then Redemption From Affliction.

I Saw The Cloud, Though I Did Not Foresee The Storm.

The Height Of Human Wisdom Is To Bring Our Tempers Down To Our Circumstances, And To Make A Calm Within, Under The Weight Of The Greatest Storm Without.

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.