Out Of The Trunk, The Branches Grow;

Some Dying Men Are The Most Tyrannical; And Certainly, Since They Will Shortly Trouble Us So Little For Evermore, The Poor Fellows Ought To Be Indulged.

Are There No Moravians In The Moon, That Not A Missionary Has Yet Visited This Poor Pagan Planet Of Ours, To Civilise Civilisation And Christianise Christendom?

There Never Was A Great Man Yet Who Spent All His Life Inland.

There Is Nothing Namable But That Some Men Will, Or Undertake To, Do It For Pay.

God Is Liberal Of Color; So Should Man Be.