Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!/ Our God is marching on.

When the unwelcome little unborn shall have seen the light my brain will be lightened, and I shall have a clearer mind. Thank God that even this weary nine months shall come to an end and leave me in possession of my own body and my own soul.

God forgive me if I do wrong in following with ardor the strongest instincts of my nature.

Boston is an oasis in the desert, a place where the larger proportion of people are loving, rational and happy.

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
 all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.

Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.