We cling with dreadful tenacity to this poor life, and the little pleasures which we foolishly call our all.

We are not what we ought to be, we are not what we want to be, we are not what we shall be. But we are something very different from what we used to be.

We have a large class of poor creatures, who, while not discontent with others, are discontent with themselves. They are not what they like to be, and they are…

We are not called to proclaim philosophy and metaphysics, but the simple gospel.