In men this blunder still you find; all think their little set mankind.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

Our infinite obligations to God do not fill our hearts half as much as a petty uneasiness of our own; nor His infinite perfections as much as our smallest wants.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!

The ingenuity of self-deception is inexhaustible.

The constant habit of perusing devout books is so indispensable, that it has been termed the oil of the lamp of prayer. Too much reading, however, and too little meditation, may produce the effect of a lamp inverted; which is extinguished by the very excess of that ailment, whose property is to feed it.

The world does not require so much to be informed as to be reminded.