Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.

I cannot be content with less than heaven.

Walk boldly and wisely.... There is a hand above that will help you on.

Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.

Let us think less of men and more of God.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.