You are pulling down Heaven and raising up a wh**e!
We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!
Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven.
There is prodigious danger in the seeking loose spirits.
Theology, sir, is a fortress; no crack in a fortress may be accounted small.
The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone.
Peace. It is a providence, and no great change; we are only what we always were, but naked now.
Life is God’s most precious gift; no principle, however glorious, may justify the taking of it.
Let you look sometimes for the goodness in me, and judge me not.
I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.
I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
I cannot sleep for dreamin’; I cannot dream but I wake and walk about the house as though I’d find you comin’ through some door.
