It Is Often Our Own Imperfection Which

How Does Our Will Become Sanctified? By Conforming Itself Unreservedly To That Of God.

Wine Is The Source Of The Greatest Evils Among Communities. It Causes Diseases, Quarrels, Seditions, Idleness, Aversion To Labor, And Family Disorders. . . . It Is A Species Of Poison That Causes Madness. It Does Not Make A Man Die, But It Degrades Him Into A Brute. Men May Preserve Their Health And Vigor Without Wine; With Wine They Run The Risk Of Ruining Their Health And Losing Their Morals.

There Is Never Any Peace For Those Who Resist God.

There Are Some People Who Think That They Should Be Always Mourning, That They Should Put A Continual Constraint Upon Themselves, And Feel A Disgust For Those Amusements To Which They Are Obliged To Submit. For My Own Part, I Confess That I Know Not How To Conform Myself To These Rigid Notions. I Prefer Something More Simple, Which I Also Think Would Be More Pleasing To God.

I Would Have Every Minister Of The Gospel Address His Audience With The Zeal Of A Friend, With The Generous Energy Of A Father, And With The Exuberant Affection Of A Mother.