How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.

He is a very humble man, that thinks not himself better than some others.

How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.

I account this body nothing but a close prison to my soul; and the earth a larger prison to my body. I may not break prison till I be loosed by death; but I will leave it, not unwillingly,when I am loosed.

Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.

The ear and the eye are the mind's receivers; but the tongue is only busy in expending the treasures received. It, therefore, the revenues of the mind be uttered as fast or faster than they are received, it must needs be bare, and can never lay up for purchase.

Every day is a little life, and our whole life is but a day repeated. Therefore live every day as if it would be the last. Those that dare lose a day, are dangerously prodigal; those that dare misspend it are desperate.