Our opportunities to do good are our talents.
Ye monsters of the bubbling deep, Your Maker's praises spout; Up from the sands ye codlings peep, And wag your tails about.
Religion brought forth Prosperity, and the daughter destroyed the mother.
Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.
Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.
Ah! destructive Ignorance, what shall be done to chase thee out of the World!