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

Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.

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

That in all these worldly Things, that a Man pursues with the greatest Eagerness and Intention of Mind imaginable, he finds not half the Pleasure in the actual Possession of them, that he proposed to himself in the Expectation.

He who does a kindness to an ungrateful person, sets his seal to a flint and sows his seed upon the sand; on the former he makes no impression, and from the latter finds no product.

The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.

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