Were the eye not of the sun, How could we behold the light? If God's might and ours were not as one, How could His work enchant our sight?

Religion is not in want of art; it rests on its own majesty.

There is no outward sign of true courtesy that does not rest on a deep moral foundation.

Lamps make oil-spots and candles need snuffing; it is only the light of heaven that shines pure and leaves no stain.

If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.

It is delivery that makes the orators success.

On all the peaks lies peace.