There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

As a man may be eating all day, and for want of digestion is never nourished, so these endless readers may cram themselves in vain with intellectual food.

The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.

Must I be carried to the skies on flowery beds of ease, while others fought to win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?

To prevent and suppress rising resentment is wise and glorious, is manly and divine.

There's no repentance in the grave.

Let dogs delight to bark and bite, for God hath made them so.