I beseech you, in the bowels of Christ, think it possible you may be mistaken.

No one rises so high as he who knows not whither he is going. Not only strike while the iron is hot, but make it hot by striking. Do not trust the cheering, for those persons would shout as much if you or I were going to be hanged.

I had rather have a plain, russet-coated Captain, that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a Gentle-man and is nothing else.

I have learned that if you fear God, you have no one else to fear.

What is all our histories, but God showing himself, shaking and trampling on everything that he has not planted.

For that which you mention concerning liberty of conscience, I meddle not with any man's conscience.

Those who stop being better stop being good.