When Nature Gave Us Tears, She Gave

Let Honesty Be As The Breath Of Thy Soul; Then Shalt Thou Reach The Point Of Happiness, And Independence Shall Be Thy Shield And Buckler, Thy Helmet And Crown; Then Shall Thy Soul Walk Upright, Nor Stoop To The Silken Wretch Because He Hath Riches, Nor Pocket An Abuse Because The Hand Which Offers It Wears A Ring Set With Diamonds.

You Will See In This My Notion Of Good Works, That I Am Far From Expecting To Merit Heaven By Them. By Heaven We Understand A State Of Happiness, Infinite In Degree, And Eternal In Duration. I Can Do Nothing To Deserve Such Rewards... Even The Mixed Imperfect Pleasures We Enjoy In This World, Are Rather From God's Goodness Than Our Merit, How Much More Such Happiness Of Heaven!

Eat To Please Thyself, But Dress To Please Others.

Write With The Learned, Pronounce With The Vulgar.

To Be Thrown Upon One's Own Resources, Is To Be Cast In The Very Lap Of Fortune.