My prison shall be my grave before I will budge a jot; for I owe my conscience to no mortal man.

We meet on the broad pathway of good faith and good will; no advantage shall be taken on either side, but all shall be openness and love. I will not call you children, -- for parents sometimes chide their children too severely; nor brothers only, -- for brothers differ. The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling tree might break. We are the same as if one man's body were to be divided into two parts, we are all one flesh and blood.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

I'll not budge an inch.

I hate this place. I shall hate it to my grave.

It were better to be of no church, than to be bitter for any