I Am Persuaded That There

People Talk As If The Act Of Death Made A Complete Change In The Nature, As Well As In The Condition Of Man. Death Is The Vehicle To Another State Of Being, But Possesses No Power To Qualify Us For That State. In Conveying Us To A New World It Does Not Give Us A New Heart.

To Be Good And Disagreeable Is High Treason Against The Royalty Of Virtue.

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.

Affliction Is The School In Which Great Virtues Are Acquired, In Which Great Characters Are Formed.

Wisdom Views With An Indifferent Eye All Finite Joys, All Blessings Born To Die.