A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. He is tempted to disdain his correspondents as men of low and dark understandings because they do not believe what he does.

It is not to be expected that we should love God supremely if we have not known him to be more desirable than all other things.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

To be angry about trifles is mean and childish; to rage and be furious is brutish; and to maintain perpetual wrath is akin to the practice and temper of devils; but to prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

For Satan always finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.

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

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