No Adulation; 'tis The Death Of Virtue;

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.

Everything Which Relates To God Is Infinite. We Must Therefore, While We Keep Our Hearts Humble, Keep Our Aims High. Our Highest Services Are Indeed But Finite, Imperfect. But As God Is Unlimited In Goodness, He Should Have Our Unlimited Love.

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.

The Misfortune Is, That Religious Learning Is Too Often Rather Considered As An Act Of The Memory Than Of The Heart And Affections; As A Dry Duty, Rather Than A Lively Pleasure.

All Desire The Gifts Of God, But They Do Not Desire God.