It is not hard for any man who hath a Bible in his hand to borrow good words and holy sayings in abundance; but to make them his own is a work of grace only from above.

The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

Truth is compared in Scripture to a streaming fountain; if her waters flow not in perpetual progression, they sicken into a muddy pool of conformity and tradition.

Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.