As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.
Be Charitable before wealth make thee covetous, and loose not the glory of the Mite.
We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude.
Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.