Nothing, Except What Flows From

The Great Standard Of Literature As To Purity And Exactness Of Style Is The Bible.

In The Eye Of That Supreme Being To Whom Our Whole Internal Frame Is Uncovered, Dispositions Hold The Place Of Actions.

Nothing, Except What Flows From The Heart, Can Render Even External Manners Truly Pleasing.

Compassion Is An Emotion Of Which We Ought Never To Be Ashamed. Graceful, Particularly In Youth, Is The Tear Of Sympathy, And The Heart That Melts At The Tale Of Woe. We Should Not Permit Ease And Indulgence To Contract Our Affections, And Wrap Us Up In A Selfish Enjoyment; But We Should Accustom Ourselves To Think Of The Distresses Of Human, Life, Of The Solitary Cottage; The Dying Parent, And The Weeping Orphan. Nor Ought We Ever To Sport With Pain And Distress In Any Of Our Amusements, Or Treat Even The Meanest Insect With Wanton Cruelty.

The Spirit Of True Religion Breathes Gentleness And Affability; It Gives A Native, Unaffected Ease To The Behavior; It Is Social, Kind, Cheerful; Far Removed From The Cloudy And Illiberal Disposition Which Clouds The Brow, Sharpens The Temper, And Dejects The Spirit.