The character wherewith we sink into the grave at death, is the very character wherewith we shall re-appear on the day of resurrection.

By the very constitution of our nature moral evil is its own curse.

The human mind feels restless and dissatisfied under the anxieties of ignorance. It longs for the repose of conviction; and to gain this repose it will often rather precipitate its conclusions than wait for the tardy lights of observation and experiment. There is such a thing, too, as the love of simplicity and system,--a prejudice of the understanding which disposes it to include all the phenomena of nature under a few sweeping generalities,--an indolence which loves to repose on the beauties of a theory rather than encounter the fatiguing detail of its evidences.

O God, impress upon me the value of time, and give regulation to all my thoughts and to all my movements.

With the magnificence of eternity before us, let time, with all its fluctuations, dwindle into its own littleness.

I want to feel my own nothingness, I want to give myself up in absolute resignation to God, to lie prostrate and passive at His feet, with no other disposition in my heart than that of merging my will into His will, and no other language in my mouth than that of prayer for the perfecting of His strength in my weakness.

Regardless of how large, your vision is too small.