Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

We do but learn to-day what our better advanced judgements will unteach us tomorrow.

For God is like a skilfull Geometrician.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

Be deaf unto the suggestions of tale-bearers, calumniators, pick-thank or malevolent detractors, who, while quiet men sleep, sowing the tares of discord and division, distract the tranquillity of charity and all friendly society. These are the tongues that set the world on fire--cankerers of reputation, and, like that of Jonah's gourd, wither a good name in a single night.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.