O God, Thou art a Spirit, infinite, eternal, and unchangeable in Thy being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth.

Goodness, armed with power, is corrupted; and pure love without power is destroyed

No, if we come in the spirit and power of our Master, in this, as in every other part of his sufferings, we must follow his steps.

150 years ago you weren't alive but you weren't dead either.

What a devil art thou, Poverty! How many desires - how many aspirations after goodness and truth - how many noble thoughts, loving wishes toward our fellows, beautiful imaginings thou hast crushed under thy heel, without remorse or pause!

How small regard is had to the oath of God by men professing the name of God.