āCome my, heart, up and away!ā
āA man says to me, 'Can you explain the seven trumpets of the Revelation?' No, but I can blow one in your ear, and warn you to escape from the wrath to come.ā
āFew men would dare to read their own autobiography if all their deeds were recorded in it; few can look back upon their entire career without a blush.ā
āBirds sing on a bare bough; O, believer, canst not thou?ā
āA sermon wept over is more acceptable with God than one gloried over.ā
āThe anvil is not afraid of the hammer.ā
āBe great in act, as you have been in thought.ā
āMy free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.ā
āTalking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.ā