Children have almost an intuitive discernment between the maxims you bring forward for their use, and those by which you direct your own conduct.

And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexander's ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Time's slow finger written in the dust.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

We can only love what we know.

We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.