“I will tell you what this people need, with regard to preaching; you need, figuratively, to have it rain pitchforks, tines downwards, from this pulpit, Sunday after Sunday. Instead of the smooth, beautiful, sweet, still, silk-velvet-lipped preaching, you should have sermons like peals of thunder, and perhaps we then can get the scales from our eyes.” PeopleNeedsShouldStillsEyeBeautifulSweetRainShould HaveRegardScalesSundayPreachingSmoothThunderSermonsSilkVelvetPulpitPitchforks Book:Journal of Discourses Source: Journal of Discourses
“The immortal mind, superior to his fate, amid the outrage of external things, firm as the solid base of this great world, rests on his own foundation. Blow, ye winds! Ye waves! ye thunders! roll your tempests on! Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky! Till at its orbs and all its worlds of fire be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene, the unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck; and ever stronger as the storms advance, firm through the closing ruin holds is way, when nature calls him to the destin'd goal.” WorldWayMindLooksStillsGoalFireFateSkyWindStrongerFoundationWaveBlowStormSuperiorsRuinsFirmSeatsShakesImmortalThunderClosingWrecksMarbleOutragePillarsSereneTempestOrbs Author:Mark Akenside