Most People Go Not By Argument, But

Life Passes, Riches Fly Away, Popularity Is Fickle, The Senses Decay, The World Changes. One Alone Is True To Us; One Alone Can Be All Things To Us; One Alone Can Supply Our Need.

If We Are Intended For Great Ends, We Are Called To Great Hazards.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

Such Is The Constitution Of The Human Mind, That Any Kind Of Knowledge, If It Be Really Such, Is Its Own Reward.

Faith Ventures And Hazards . . . Counting The Costs And Delighting In The Sacrifice.