Man Is Emphatically Self-made.

Reason Is God's Gift, But So Are The Passions. Reason Is As Guilty As Passion.

Now What Is It Moves Our Very Hearts, And Sickens Us So Much At Cruelty Shown To Poor Brutes? I Suppose This First, That They Have Done No Harm; Next, That They Have No Power Whatever Of Resistance; It Is The Cowardice And Tyranny Of Which They Are The Victims Which Makes Their Sufferings So Especially Touching.

Make Me What Thou Wouldst Have Me. I Bargain For Nothing. I Make No Terms. I Seek For No Previous Information Whither Thou Art Taking Me. I Will Be What Thou Wilt Make Me, And All That Thou Wilt Make Me. I Say Not, I Will Follow Thee Whithersoever Thou Goest, For I Am Weak, But I Give Myself To Thee, To Lead Me Anywhither.

And With The Morn Those Angel Faces Smile Which I Have Loved Long Since And Lost Awhile.

God Has Created Me To Do Him Some Definite Service; He Has Committed Some Work To Me Which He Has Not Committed To Another, I Have My Mission ... He Has Not Created Me For Naught ... If I Am In Sickness, My Sickness May Serve Him; If I Am In Sorrow, My Sorrow May Serve Him. He Does Nothing In Vain. He Knows What He Is About.