Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

It is of the nobility of man's soul that he is insatiable: for he hath a benefactor so prone to give, that he delighteth in us for asking. Do not your inclinations tell you that the WORLD is yours? Do you not covet all? Do you not long to have it; to enjoy it; to overcome it? To what end do men gather riches, but to multiply more? Do they not like Pyrrhus the King of Epire, add house to house and lands to lands, that they may get it all?

Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

A little grit in the eye destroyeth the sight of the very heavens, and a little malice or envy a world of joys. One wry principle in the mind is of infinite consequence.

Principles are like a seed in the ground; they must continually be visited with heavenly influences or else your life will be a barren field.

The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.