“Ah! thus man spoils Heaven's glorious works with blood!”

“Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,Or what's a heaven for?”

“Thus God's work and His eyes are in the depths, but man's only in the height.”

“Thus says the fool: "Association with men spoils the character, especially when one has none.”

“For all works and things, which are either commanded or forbidden by God and thus have been instituted by the supreme Majesty, are 'musts.' Nevertheless, no one should be dragged to them or away from them by the hair, for I can drive no man to heaven or beat him into it with a club.”

“Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? My hopes of being numbered in the band who have merged all ambitions in the glorious one of bettering their race - of carrying knowledge into the realms of ignorance - of substituting peace for war - freedom for bondage - religion for superstition - the hope of heaven for the fear of hell? Must I relinquish that? It is dearer than the blood in my veins. It is what I have to look forward to, and to live for.”