Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.

Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Where cheating is, there's mischief there.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.