To Be Good And Disagreeable Is High

If I Wished To Punish My Enemy, I Should Make Him Hate Somebody.

Our Merciful Father Has No Pleasure In The Sufferings Of His Children; He Chastens Them In Love; He Never Inflicts A Stroke He Could Safely Spare; He Inflicts It To Purify As Well As To Punish, To Caution As Well As To Cure, To Improve As Well As To Chastise.

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

Love Never Reasons, But Profusely Gives, Gives, Like A Thoughtless Prodigal, Its All, And Trembles Then, Lest It Has Done Too Little.

If Faith Produce No Works, I See That Faith Is Not A Living Tree.