Real Pain Can Alone Cure Us Of

Resolved, To Ask Myself At The End Of Every Day, Week, Month And Year, Wherein I Could Possibly In Any Respect Have Done Better.

Love Is No Ingredient In A Merely Speculative Faith, But It Is The Life And Soul Of A Practical Faith.

He Who Has Christ Has All He Needs And Needs No More.

Among The Many Acts Of Gratitude We Owe To God, It May Be Accounted One To Study And Contemplate The Perfections And Beauties Of His Work Of Creation. Every New Discovery Must Necessarily Raise In Us A Fresh Sense Of The Greatness, Wisdom, And Power Of God.

That There Should Absolutely Be Nothing At All Is Utterly Impossible. The Mind, Let It Stretch Its Conceptions Ever So Far, Can Never So Much As Bring Itself To Conceive Of A State Of Perfect Nothing.