The artful injury, whose venomed dart scarce wounds the hearing, while it stabs the heart.

Perish discretion, when it interferes With duty!

The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.

Those who want nothing are apt to forget how many there are who want every thing.

Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.

Yes, thou art ever present, power divine; not circumscribed by time, nor fixed by space, confined to altars, nor to temples bound. In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains, in dungeons or on thrones, the faithful find thee.

In agony or danger, no nature is atheist. The mind that knows not what to fly to, flies to God.