Perish discretion, when it interferes With duty!
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree.
Sweet is the breath of praise when given by those whose own high merit claims the praise they give.
In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?
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.
Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.