Did not God Sometimes withhold in mercy what we ask, We should be ruined at our own request.

One kernel is felt in a hogshead; one drop of water helps to swell the ocean; a spark of fire helps to give light to the world. None are too small, too feeble, too poor to be of service. Think of this and act.

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

Glory darts her soul-pervading ray on thrones and cottages, regardless still of all the artificial nice distinctions vain human customs make.

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

Idleness among children, as among men, is the root of all evil, and leads to no other evil more certain than ill temper.

The keen spirit seizes the prompt occasion.