The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?

Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.

God surely did not create us, and cause us to live, with the sole end of wishing always to die. I believe, in my heart, we were intended to prize life and enjoy it, so long as we retain it. Existence never was originally meant to be that useless, blank, pale, slow-trailing thing it often becomes to many, and is becoming to me, among the rest.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible.