Then liberty, like day, Breaks on the soul, and by a flash from Heaven Fires all the faculties with glorious joy.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.

The Cross! There, and there only (though the deist rave, and the atheist, if Earth bears so base a slave); There and there only, is the power to save.

A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.

Great offices will have great talents, and God gives to every man the virtue, temper, understanding, taste, that lifts him into life, and lets him fall just in the niche he was ordained to fill.

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.