I board with a poor Scotchman: his wife can talk scarce any English.

Oh, how precious is time, and how it pains me to see it slide away, while I do so little to any good purpose.

We should always look upon ourselves as God's servants, placed in God's world, to do his work; and accordingly labour faithfully for him; not with a design to grow rich and great, but to glorify God, and do all the good we possibly can.

I bless God for this retirement: I never was more thankful for any thing than I have been of late for the necessity I am under of self-denial in many respects.

I am more weary of life, I think, than ever I was.

Again, Be careful to make a good improvement of precious time.