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The Attributes Of God, Though Intelligible To Us On Their Surface Yet, For The Very Reason That They Are Infinite, Transcend Our Comprehension, When They Are Dwelt Upon, When They Are Followed Out, And Can Only Be Received By Faith.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another. I Have My Mission.

A Man Would Do Nothing If He Waited Until He Could Do It So Well That No One Could Find Fault.

God Knows What Is My Greatest Happiness, But I Do Not. There Is No Rule About What Is Happy And Good; What Suits One Would Not Suit Another. And The Ways By Which Perfection Is Reached Vary Very Much; The Medicines Necessary For Our Souls Are Very Different From Each Other. Thus God Leads Us By Strange Ways; We Know He Wills Our Happiness, But We Neither Know What Our Happiness Is, Nor The Way. We Are Blind; Left To Ourselves We Should Take The Wrong Way; We Must Leave It To Him.

It Is Not God's Way That Great Blessings Should Descend Without The Sacrifice First Of Great Sufferings. If The Truth Is To Be Spread To Any Wide Extent Among The People, How Can We Dream, How Can We Hope, That Trial And Trouble Shall Not Accompany Its Going Forth.