I was now ordered to have my writings copied, and put into the printer's hand.

I shall omit former particulars, and begin with informing the Reader, that, in 1792, I was strangely visited, by day and night, concerning what was coming upon the whole earth.

Another night, I dreamed I saw my father sweeping out the barn floor clean, and would not suffer the wheat to be brought in the barn. He appeared to me to be in anger.

In this manner, I continued with Satan for ten days. His answer and blasphemy were too shocking to pen; till I was worn out with rage and malice against him, I could not bear myself.

At the end of 1795 and beginning of 1796, I was ordered to write to the Church ministers.

The end of all things is at hand; that Satan's kingdom will be destroyed, and Satan chained down for a thousand years, and Christ's kingdom established upon earth.

My faith grew strong, and I sent a letter (as I was ordered) to the Rev. Dignitary of the Cathedral of Exeter. I was assured, before I sent it, he would not answer it.

In 1795, I sent him another letter, telling him, that danger still stood before us, and that the truth of what I had written in 1792 was to be proved by 12 men.

The next summer, 1794, corn grew dear, and distress began in our land.

I shall now proceed to my own experience, which hath truly convinced me, the Lord is awakened as one out of sleep; and the voice of the Lord will shake terribly the earth.

The first is last, and the last is first.

Don't wait until you become rich to help somebody, kindness doesn't always require money

There are two kinds of guilt: the kind that drowns you until you’re useless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose.

This is the one and onlyfirmament

Look, we are human, we make mistakes. I will gladly shout from the rooftops that I am not perfect. Nor will I ever be.

There are two kinds of music; German music and bad music.

You can only really judge yourself in comparison to other people. How bad you are, but you're not as bad as someone else. So it's degrees of losing.

Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.

The job of the artist is to point at things.

There are just certain realities about our world and I just happen to be creative within it.

He who wins through fraud is not a winner.