No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

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

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.

Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.

The sober comfort, all the peace which springs from the large aggregate of little things.

Where bright imagination reigns, the fine-wrought spirit feels acuter pains.

The misfortune is, that religious learning is too often rather considered as an act of the memory than of the heart and affections; as a dry duty, rather than a lively pleasure.