One of the greatest evidences of God's love to those that love him is, to send them afflictions, with grace to bear them.

Anything that cools my love for Christ is the world.

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.

They (the creatures) encourage us to imitate Him whose mercy is over all His works. It may enlarge our hearts toward these poor creatures to reflect that not one of them is forgotten in the sight of our Father which is in heaven.

Oh Lord, let me not live to be useless.

If we cannot think alike, at least we may love alike; and can anything but love beget love?

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