“Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, /May be refin’d and join th’ angelic train.”

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

Through thickest gloom look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made.

Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy sideThy every action let the goddess guide.

The world is a severe schoolmaster, for its frowns are less dangerous than its smiles and flatteries, and it is a difficult task to keep in the path of wisdom.

Since my return to America my Master, has at the desire of my friends in England given me my freedom.

In every human Beast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.

May be refined, and join the angelic train.

Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin’d, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.

The first thing about the angels that we ought to imitate, is their consciousness of the Presence of God.

Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!

We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.

Her angel’s face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Our Guardian Angels are our most faithful friends, because they are with us day and night, always and everywhere. We ought often to invoke them.

The angels are ministering spirits; they are not governing spirits.

How happy is that guardian angel who accompanies a soul to Holy Mass!

I am not an angel and do not pretend to be. That is not one of my roles. But I am not a devil, either. I am a woman and a serious artist, and I would like so to be judged.