Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

As we are, so we see.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.