"let me now raise my song of glory. heaven be praised for solitude. let me be alone. let me cast and throw away this veil of being, this cloud that changes with the least breath, night and day, and all night and all day. while i sat here i have been changing. i have watched the sky change. i have seen clouds cover the stars, then free the stars, then cover the stars again. now i look at their changing no more. now no one sees me and i change no more.heaven be praised for solitude that has removed the pressure of the eye, the solicitation of the body, and all need of lies and phrases."
"Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?- a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!- I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh; it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal, as we are!'