Pure By Impure Is Not Seen.

My Life Is For Itself And Not For A Spectacle.

All History Is Biography.

The Things We Now Esteem Fixed Shall, One By One, Detach Themselves, Like Ripe Fruit, From Our Experience, And Fall. The Wind Shall Blow Them None Knows Whither.

There Is A Power In Love To Divine Another's Destiny Better Than That Other Can, And By Heroic Encouragements, Hold Him To His Task. What Has Friendship So Signal As Its Sublime Attraction To Whatever Virtue Is In Us?

A Sect Or Party Is An Elegant Incognito Devised To Save A Man From The Vexation Of Thinking.