It Is Only Rogues Who

The Soul, Like The Body, Lives By What It Feeds On.

There Is Really Nothing Left To A Genuine Idle Man, Who Possesses Any Considerable Degree Of Vital Power, But Sin.

There Is No Point Where Art So Nearly Touches Nature As When It Appears In The Form Of Words.

The Moment We Recognize God As Supreme In Power And Infinitely Good And Loving Toward All His Intelligent Creatures, That Moment We Admit The Doctrine Of Universal And Special Providence.

Childhood May Do Without A Grand Purpose, But Manhood Cannot.