All Words Are Pegs To Hang Ideas

We Are Apt To Believe In Providence So Long As We Have Our Own Way; But If Things Go Awry, Then We Think, If There Is A God, He Is In Heaven, And Not On Earth.

Flowers Are Sent To Do God's Work In Unrevealed Paths, And To Diffuse Influence By Channels That We Hardly Suspect.

He Is Rich Or Poor According To What He Is, Not According To What He Has.

If There Be Any One Whose Power Is In Beauty, In Purity, In Goodness, It Is A Woman.

Conceited Men Often Seem A Harmless Kind Of Men, Who, By An Overweening Self-respect, Relieve Others From The Duty Of Respecting Them At All.