a man there was, though some did count him mad, the more he cast away the more he had.

Christians are like the several flowers in a garden that have each of them the dew of heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.

I saw a man clothed with rags . . . a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

The truths that I know best I have learned on my knees. I never know a thing well, till it is burned into my heart by prayer.

I preach deliverance to others, I tell them there is freedom, while I hear my own chains clang.

The more he cast away, the more he had.

Breathes there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach their course to steer, Yet run himself life's mad career Wild as the wave?