Man Is But A Reed, The Most

The God Of Christians Is A God Of Love And Comfort, A God Who Fills The Soul And Heart Of Those Whom He Possesses, A God Who Makes Them Conscious Of Their Inward Wretchedness, And His Infinite Mercy; Who Unites Himself To Their Inmost Soul, Who Fills It With Humility And Joy, With Confidence And Love, Who Renders Them Incapable Of Any Other End Than Himself.

Those Who Make Antitheses By Forcing The Sense Are Like Men Who Make False Windows For The Sake Of Symmetry. Their Rule Is Not To Speak Justly, But To Make Accurate Figures.

The God Of The Infinite Is The God Of The Infinitesimal.

Few Men Speak Humbly Of Humility, Chastely Of Chastity, Skeptically Of Skepticism.

To Call A King "prince" Is Pleasing, Because It Diminishes His Rank.