We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
The sacred influence of light appears.
Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.