One sip of this will bathe the drooping spirits in delight, beyond the bliss of dreams.

What wisdom can there be to choose, what continence to forbear without the knowledge of evil? He that can apprehend and consider vice with all her baits and seeming pleasures, and yet abstain, and yet distinguish, and yet prefer that which is truly better, he is the true wayfaring Christian.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

What better can we do than prostrate fall before Him reverent, and there confess humbly our faults, and pardon beg with tears watering the ground?

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerishness, which in a thousand outward and intermitting crosses may yet be done well, as in this vale of tears.

Our country is where ever we are well off.