Strange as it may seem, the most ludicrous lines I ever wrote have been written in the saddest mood.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.
Folly ends where genuine hope begins.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.