Can you tell a plain man the road to heaven? Certainly, turn at once to the right, then go straight forward.

It is the true duty of every man to promote the happiness of his fellow creatures to the utmost of his power.

One's homesickness for Heaven finds at least an inn there; and it's an inn on the right road.

Like a dead skunk in the middle of the road, it stinks to high heaven,

O heaven! were man / But constant, he were perfect.

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.