We Pick Our Own Sorrows Out Of

Hope Is To A Man As A Bladder To A Learning Swimmer--it Keeps Him From Sinking In The Bosom Of The Waves, And By That Help He May Attain The Exercise; But Yet It Many Times Makes Him Venture Beyond His Height, And Then If That Breaks, Or A Storm Rises, He Drowns Without Recovery. How Many Would Die, Did Not Hope Sustain Them! How Many Have Died By Hoping Too Much! This Wonder We Find In Hope, That She Is Both A Flatterer And A True Friend.

It Is To Be Doubted Whether He Will Ever Find The Way To Heaven Who Desires To Go Thither Alone.

Zeal Without Humanity Is Like A Ship Without A Rudder, Liable To Be Stranded At Any Moment

He Who Would Be Singular In His Apparel Had Need Have Something Superlative To Balance That Affectation.

All Men Will Be Peters In Their Bragging Tongue, And Most Men Will Be Peters In Their Base Denial; But Few Men Will Be Peters In Their Quick Repentance.