Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices.

Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessities.

Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.

If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.

Twas doing nothing was his curse. Is there a vice can plague us worse?

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart.…forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.