we live in an age which must be amused, though genius, feeling, trust, and principle be the sacrifice.

Commending a right thing is a cheap substitute for doing it, with which we are too apt to satisfy ourselves.

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

It is the large aggregate of small things perpetually occurring that robs me of all my time. The expense of learning to read might have been spared in my education, for I never read.

My plan of instruction is extremely simple and limited. They learn, on week-days, such coarse works as may fit them for servants. I allow of no writing for the poor. My object is not to make fanatics, but to train up the lower classes in habits of industry and piety.

We are too ready to imagine that we are religious, because we know something of religion. We appropriate to ourselves the pious sentiments we read, and we talk as if the thoughts of other men's heads were really the feelings of our own hearts. But piety has not its seat in the memory, but in the affections, for which however the memory is an excellent purveyor, though a bad substitute.