Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To

A Corrupt Practice May Be Abolished, But A Soiled Imagination Is Not Easily Cleansed.

Prayer Is Not Eloquence, But Earnestness; Not The Definition Of Helplessness, But The Feeling Of It; Not Figures Of Speech, But Earnestness Of Soul.

The Constant Habit Of Perusing Devout Books Is So Indispensable, That It Has Been Termed The Oil Of The Lamp Of Prayer. Too Much Reading, However, And Too Little Meditation, May Produce The Effect Of A Lamp Inverted; Which Is Extinguished By The Very Excess Of That Ailment, Whose Property Is To Feed It.

In Grief We Know The Worst Of What We Feel But Who Can Tell The End Of What We Fear?

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.