Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.

Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem.

Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse.