I did not write it. God wrote it. I merely did his dictation.

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean And billows wild contend with angry roar, 'T is said, far down beneath the wild commotion That peaceful stillness re…

'Lor bless ye, yes! These critters ain't like white folks, you know; they gets over things, only manage right. Now, they say,' said Haley, assuming a candid an…

When you get into a tight place, and everything goes against you till it seems as if you could n't hold on a minute longer, never give up then, for that 's jus…