On Becoming Soldiers We Have

Work Hard, Trust In God, And Keep Your Bowels Open.

He Who Stops Being Better Stops Being Good.

I Beseech You, In The Bowels Of Christ, Think It Possible You May Be Mistaken.

My Prayer Is That God Give Me No Longer Life Than I Shall Be Glad To Use Mine Office In Edification, And Not In Destruction.

I Have Not The Particular Shining Bauble Or Feather In My Cap For Crowds To Gaze At Or Kneel To, But I Have Power And Resolution For Foes To Tremble At.