Love Is The Piety Of The Affections.

Religion Without Joy-it Is No Religion.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.

To Obtain A Knowledge Of Duty, A Man Is Not Sent Away, Outside Of Himself, To Ancient Documents; For The Only Rule Of Faith A Practice, The Word, Is Very Nigh Him, Even In His Heart, And By This Word He Is To Try All Documents.

Truth Stood On One Side And Ease On The Other; It Has Often Been So.

Who Escapes A Duty, Avoids A Gain.