Nor Can The Apostle Mean That Eve Only Sinned; Or That She Only Was Deceived, For If Adam Sinned Willfully And Knowingly, He Became The Greater Transgressor.
Friendship Is A Virtue Which Comprehends All The Rest; None Being Fit For This, Who Is Not Adorned With Every Other Virtue.
That Which Has Not A Real Excellency And Value In It Self, Entertains No Longer Than The Giddy Humour Which Recommended It To Us Holds.
The Scum Of The People Are Most Tyrannical When They Get The Power, And Treat Their Betters With The Greatest Insolence.
Unhappy Is That Grandeur Which Makes Us Too Great To Be Good; And That Wit Which Sets Us At A Distance From True Wisdom.
For My Part I Think The Learned, And Unlearned Blockhead Pretty Equal; For 'tis All One To Me, Whether A Man Talk Nonsense, Or Unintelligible Sense, I Am Diverted And Edified Alike By Either; The One Enjoys Himself Less, But Suffers His Friends To Do It More; The Other Enjoys Himself And His Own Humour Enough, But Will Let No Body Else Do It In His Company.
The Steps To Folly As Well As Sin Are Gradual, And Almost Imperceptible, And When We Are Once On The Decline, We Go Down Without Taking Notice On't.
. . . He Who Only Or Chiefly Chose For Beauty, Will In A Little Time Find The Same Reason For Another Choice.
The Relation We Bear To The Wisdom Of The Father, The Son Of His Love, Gives Us Indeed A Dignity Which Otherwise We Have No Pretence To. It Makes Us Something, Something Considerable Even In God's Eyes.
The Soul Debases Her Self, When She Sets Her Affections On Any Thing But Her Creator.
