The first is last, and the last is first.

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.

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

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.

In many ways a child has actually re-educated the parents upon arrival into their lives - when else do adults take the time to appreciate acorns or clouds?

Man's chief enemy is his own unruly nature and the dark forces put up within him.

We're conduits for the universe's desire to think about itself.

The good ones go, if you wait too long. So you should go, before you stay too long.

Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.

When we get emotionally and spiritually involved in helping a person who is in pain, a compassion enters our heart. It hurts, but the process lifts some of the pain from another.

I like the way you hustle man.

Love is a second life; it grows into the soul, warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.

Abandonment by a lover won't kill us. But it awakens the parts of us that remember when it could.

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.