You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Our aspirations are our responsibilities.

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.