The Fool Is Willing To Pay For

It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul, When The Heart Declares Itself In Song. The Affections That Clothe Themselves With Wings Are Passions That Have Been Subdued To Virtues.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul.

But For That Blindness Which Is Inseparable From Malice, What Terrible Powers Of Evil Would It Possess! Fortunately For The World, Its Venom, Like That Of The Rattlesnake, When Most Poisonous, Clouds The Eye Of The Reptile, And Defeats Its Aim.

Philosophy Has Its Bugbears, As Well As Superstition.

The Proverb Answers Where The Sermon Fails.