If Faith Produce No Works, I See

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.

Forgiveness Saves The Expense Of Anger.

Did Not God Sometimes Withhold In Mercy What We Ask, We Should Be Ruined At Our Own Request.

We Are Apt To Mistake Our Vocation By Looking Out Of The Way For Occasions To Exercise Great And Rare Virtues, And By Stepping Over The Ordinary Ones That Lie Directly In The Road Before Us.

Pleasure Is By Much The Most Laborious Trade I Know, Especially For Those Who Have Not A Vocation To It.