The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
The beggarly last doit.
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.