Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.
The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
Tea – the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Satan trembles when he sees the weakest saint upon their knees.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds: And as the mind is pitch’d the ear is pleased With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch’d within us, and the heart replies.
That good diffused may more abundant grow.
An inadvertent step may crush the snail That crawls at evening in the public path. But he that has humanity, forewarned, Will turn aside and let the reptile live.