I was born in Northampton, in Burlington County, West Jersey, in the year 1720.

May we look upon our treasure, the furniture of our houses, and our garments, and try to discover whether the seeds of war have nourishment in these our possessions.

All this time I lived with my parents, and wrought on the plantation; and having had schooling pretty well for a planter, I used to improve myself in winter evenings, and other leisure times.

To Turn all the treasures we possess into the channel of universal love becomes the business of our lives.

To consider mankind other than brethren...plainly supposes a darkness of understanding.

To say we love God as unseen and at the same time exercise cruelty toward the least creature moving by His life or by life derived from Him, was a contradiction in itself.

Conduct is more convincing than language.

Through the humbling dispensations of Divine Providence, men are sometimes fitted for his service.

I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints in writing of my experience of the goodness of God, and now, in the thirty-sixth year of my age, I begin this work.

Now to act with integrity, according to that strength of mind and body with which our creator hath endowed each of use, appears necessary for all.

Be careful that the love of gain draw us not into any business which may weaken our love of our Heavenly Father, or bring unnecessary trouble to any of His creatures.

When in doubt, ignore and be horribly unimpressed

And God's epic grace shows us how to rise above our pain and circumstances with enduring hope and faith in him.

WRITE. Take your time and play with the words until you feel you got them RIGHT.

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.

O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret.

I want to make a summing up, brief and to the point, but thorough. I have never suppressed a word in my books out of regard for other people and their prejudices.

When you are not pursuing your goal, you are literally committing spiritual suicide.

One may make their house a palace of sham, or they can make it a home, a refuge.

I don't think you can prevent an artist from being and I don't think you can cause one to be. No one knows what makes an artist.