No Human Power Can Force The Intrenchments

A Cross Borne In Simplicity, Without The Interference Of Self-love To Augment It, Is Only Half A Cross. Suffering In This Simplicity Of Love, We Are Not Only Happy In Spile Of The Cross, But Because Of It; For Love Is Pleased In Suffering For The Well Beloved, And The Cross Which Forms Us Into His Image Is A Consoling Bond Of Love.

The Art Of Cookery Is The Art Of Poisoning Mankind, By Rendering The Appetite Still Importunate, When The Wants Of Nature Are Supplied.

Exactness And Neatness In Moderation Is A Virtue, But Carried To Extremes Narrows The Mind.

Do We Accustom Ourselves To See All Things In The Light Of Faith? Do We Correct All Our Judgments By It? Alas! The Greater Part Of Christians Think And Act Like Mere Heathens; If We Judge (as We Justly May) Of Their Faith By Their Practice, We Must Conclude They Have No Faith At All.

God Bears With Imperfect Beings Even When They Resist His Goodness. We Ought To Imitate This Merciful Patience And Endurance. It Is Only Imperfection That Complains Of What Is Imperfect. The More Perfect We Are, The More Gentle And Quiet We Become Toward The Defects Of Other People.