A Soul Exasperated In Ills, Falls Out

A Vast Space Naturally Raises In My Thoughts The Idea Of An Almighty Being.

There Are A Sort Of Knight-errants In The World, Who, Quite Contrary To Those In Romance, Are Perpetually Seeking Adventures To Bring Virgins Into Distress, And To Ruin Innocence. When Men Of Rank And Figure Pass Away Their Lives In These Criminal Pursuits And Practices, They Ought To Consider That They Render Themselves More Vile And Despicable Than Any Innocent Man Can Be, Whatever Low Station His Fortune Or Birth Have Placed Him In.

Artificial Intelligence Will Never Be A Match For Natural Stupidity.

Tis Heaven Itself, That Points Out An Hereafter, And Intimates Eternity To Man.

The Memory Is Perpetually Looking Back When We Have Nothing Present To Entertain Us. It Is Like Those Repositories In Animals That Are Filled With Food, On Which They May Ruminate When Their Present Pastures Fail.