There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.

How happy it is to believe, with a steadfast assurance, that our petitions are heard even while we are making them; and how delightful to meet with a proof of it in the effectual and actual grant of them.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.