If Faith Produce No Works, I See

The Abuse Of Terms Has At All Times Been An Evil.

The Uncandid Censurer Always Picks Out The Worst Man Of A Class, And Then Confidently Produces Him As Being A Fair Specimen Of It.

Oh! The Joy Of Young Ideas Painted On The Mind, In The Warm Glowing Colors Fancy Spreads On Objects Not Yet Known, When All Is New, And All Is Lovely.

Man Can See His Reflection In Water Only When He Bends Down Close To It, And The Heart Of Man, Too, Must Lean Down To The Heart Of His Fellow; Then It Will See Itself Within His Heart.

Prayer Is Not Eloquence, But Earnestness; Not The Definition Of Helplessness, But The Feeling Of It; Not Figures Of Speech, But Earnestness Of Soul.