Since We Are All Naturally Prone To

The World Was No Doubt Made, That It Might Be A Theatre Of The Divine Glory.

Hatred Grows Into Insolence When We Desire To Excel The Rest Of Mankind And Imagine We Do Not Belong To The Common Lot; We Even Severely And Haughtily Despise Others As Our Inferiors.

The Human Heart Is An Idol Factory.

Many People Have Accused Me Of Such Ferocious Cruelty That (they Allege) I Would Like To Kill Again The Man I Have Destroyed. Not Only Am I Indifferent To Their Comments, But I Rejoice In The Fact That They Spit In My Face.

Doctrine Is Not An Affair Of The Tongue But Of The Life.