To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?

And when a whirl-winde hath blowne the dust of the Churchyard into the Church, and man sweeps out the dust of the Church into the Church-yard, who will undertake to sift those dusts again, and to pronounce, This is the Patrician, this is the noble flower, and this the yeomanly, this the Plebian bran.