There's not a plant or flower below but makes Thy glories known, And clouds arise, and tempests blow by order from Thy throne; While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care; And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.

Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.

Logic helps us to strip off the outward disguise of things, and to behold and judge of them in their own nature.