Reader, - This Enchiridion, I present thee with, is the Fruit of Solitude: A School few care to learn in, tho' None Instructs us better. Some Parts of it are the Result of serious Reflection: Others the Flashings of Lucid Intervals: Writ for private Satisfaction, and now publish'd for an Help to Human Conduct.

True religion does not draw men out of the world but enables them to live better in it and excites their endeavors to mend it.

There is nothing of which we are apt to be so lavish as of Time, and about which we ought to be more solicitous; since without it we can do nothing in this Wor…

No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

God bless all the precious little examples and all their cascading implications; without these gems, these tiny acorns bearing the blueprints of oak trees, ess…

He had read much, if one considers his long life; but his contemplation was much more then his reading. He was wont to say that if he had read as much as other…

When I left him, I reasoned thus with myself: I am wiser than this man, for neither of us appears to know anything great and good; but he fancies he knows some…