Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

Every fallen woman represents a man as guilty as herself, who escapes human detection, but whose soul lies open before God.

I never could be good when I was not happy.

Every newly discovered truth judges the world, separates the good from the evil, and calls on faithful souls to make sure of their election.

It has been strange to me to return to life and to feel that I have any sympathy with human beings, after the long interval of quiet and indifference which succeeded my marriage.

As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.