Whether we think of, or speak to, God, whether we act or suffer for him, all is prayer, when we have no other object than his love, and the desire of pleasing him.

When Poetry thus keeps its place as the handmaiden of piety, it shall attain not a poor perishable wreath, but a crown that fadeth not away.

But as sickness and diseases have created the necessity of medicines and physicians, so the disorders of our rational nature have introduced the necessity of education and tutors.

The Church recruited people who had been starched and ironed before they were washed.

Whatever the natural cause, sin is the true cause of all earthquakes.

Untold millions are still untold.

Prayer is where the action is.