“That there is a Devil, is a thing doubted by none but such as are under the influences of the Devil.”

“Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.”

“Wilderness is a temporary condition through which we are passing to the Promised Land.”

“If we admit instrumental musick in the worship of God, how can we resist the imposition of all the instruments used among the ancient Jews?—yea, dancing as well as playing, and several other Judaic actions? or, how can we decline a whole rabble of church-officers, necessary to be introduced for instrumental musick, whereof our Lord Jesus Christ hath left us no manner of direction?”

“She is here amongst us, but she is not alone,” one of the pixie dust angels told the queen of the woods.“And?” the queen demanded.“She is with some boy. Both look strange, if you ask me.”“Strange, how?” the queen asked.“Strange. You know they don’t look as we do.” “How do they look?” The queen turned and looked at the pixie angel with her purple eye that sat in the middle of her forehead. “I don’t know. They have things like the little people in Vanduesa.”“What things might you be referring to?” the queen’s voice rose impatiently. “You know those things that the little people get around with.” The queen laughed, revealing yellowing teeth. “Oh, the things the little people in Vanduesa refer to as legs.”“That’s it.” The pixie angel did an excited flip, and then nodded her head.”

“She is but a woman and many unsound and dangerous principles are held by her.”

“How calm and quiet a delightIt is aloneTo read, and meditate, and write.”