a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.
The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.
The best prayer I ever prayed had enough sin to damn the whole world.
I was never out of my Bible.
If my life is fruitless, it doesn't matter who praises me, and if my life is fruitful, it doesn't matter who criticizes me.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.