But by the grace of God I am what I am

Time, by moments, steals away, First the hour, and then the day; Small the daily loss appears, Yet it soon amounts to years

Every drop of rain hits its appointed target.

A real friendship should not fade as time passes, and should not weaken because of space separation.

I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.

Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God!

I am still in the land of the dying; I shall be in the land of the living soon. (his last words)