God Plans All Perfect Combinations.

The Whole World Appears To Me Like A Huge Vacuum, A Vast Empty Space, Whence Nothing Desirable, Or At Least Satisfactory, Can Possibly Be Derived; And I Long Daily To Die More And More To It; Even Though I Obtain Not That Comfort From Spiritual Things Which I Earnestly Desire.

Toward Night, I Felt My Soul Rejoice, That God Is Unchangeable Happy And Glorious And That He Will Be Glorified, Whatever Becomes Of His Creatures.

No Amount Of Scholastic Attainment, Of Able And Profound Exposition Of Brilliant And Stirring Eloquence Can Atone For The Absence Of A Deep Impassioned Sympathetic Love For Human Souls.

The All-seeing Eye Of God Beheld Our Deplorable State; Infinite Pity Touched The Heart Of The Father Of Mercies; And Infinite Wisdom Laid The Plan Of Our Recovery.

I Board With A Poor Scotchman: His Wife Can Talk Scarce Any English.