God afflicts with the mind of a father, and kills for no other purpose but that he may raise again.

Aristotle was but a wreck of an Adam, and Athens but the rubbish of an Eden. How completely sin has defaced the divine image in man! That man has lost his righteousness and happiness is clearly evident as we look at the state of the world today!

There is not the least flower but seems to hold up its head, and to look pleasantly, in the secret sense of the goodness of its Heavenly Maker.

Flints may be melted - we see it daily - but an ungrateful heart cannot be; not by the strongest and noblest flame.

An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the rudiments of Paradise.

So he that despairs, limits an Infinite Power to a Finite Apprehension, and measures Providence by his own little, contracted Model.

Society is built upon trust.