How can there be pride in a contrite heart? Humility is the earliest fruit of religion.
Humanity, in the aggregate, is progressing, and philanthropy looks forward hopefully.
If our Creator has so bountifully provided for our existence here, which is but momentary, and for our temporal wants, which will soon be forgotten, how much more must He have done for our enjoyment in the everlasting world?
It is better to be the builder of our own name than to be indebted by descent for the proudest gifts known to the books of heraldry.
To talk of luck and chance only shows how little we really know of the laws which govern cause and effect.
A mother’s love, in a degree, sanctifies the most worthless offspring.
Be more careful of your conscience than of your estate. The latter can be bought and sold; the former never.
I have somewhere read that conscience not only sits as witness and judge within our bosoms, but also forms the prison of punishment.
No outward change need trouble him who is inwardly serene.
Between the humble and contrite heart and the majesty of Heaven there are no barriers; the only password is prayer.
Obedience and resignation are our personal offerings upon the altar of duty.
Hypocrisy is oftenest clothed in the garb of religion.
Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant, remains fruitless.
Liberality should be tempered with judgment, not with profuseness.
Hatred is self-punishment. Hatred it the coward’s revenge for being intimidated.
Obedience sums up our entire duty.
We must not only read the Scriptures, but we must make their rules of life our own.
A chaste and lucid style is indicative of the same personal traits in the author.
As “unkindness has no remedy at law,” let its avoidance be with you a point of honor.
Prosperity often presages adversity.
Duty itself is supreme delight when love is the inducement and labor. By such a principle the ignorant are enlightened, the hard-hearted softened, the disobedient reformed, and the faithful encouraged.