In Agony Or Danger, No Nature Is

One Kernel Is Felt In A Hogshead; One Drop Of Water Helps To Swell The Ocean; A Spark Of Fire Helps To Give Light To The World. None Are Too Small, Too Feeble, Too Poor To Be Of Service. Think Of This And Act.

There Is Scarcely Any Fault In Another Which Offends Us More Than Vanity, Though Perhaps There Is None That Really Injures Us So Little.

My Plan Of Instruction Is Extremely Simple And Limited. They Learn, On Week-days, Such Coarse Works As May Fit Them For Servants. I Allow Of No Writing For The Poor. My Object Is Not To Make Fanatics, But To Train Up The Lower Classes In Habits Of Industry And Piety.

Commending A Right Thing Is A Cheap Substitute For Doing It, With Which We Are Too Apt To Satisfy Ourselves.

The Secret Heart Is Fair Devotion's Temple; There The Saint, Even On That Living Altar, Lights The Flame Of Purest Sacrifice, Which Burns Unseen, Not Unaccepted.