Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
Force may make hypocrites, but it can never make converts.
Where charity keeps pace with gain, industry is blessed.
Patience and Diligence, like faith, remove mountains.