Christianity is within a man, even as he is gifted with reason; it is associated with your mother's chair, and with the first remembered, tones of her blessed voice.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.

My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

In your intercourse with sects, the sublime and abstruse doctrines of Christian belief belong to the Church; but the faith of the individual, centred in his heart, is, or may be, collateral to them. Faith is subjective.