We Live In An Age Which Must

Did Not God Sometimes Withhold In Mercy What We Ask, We Should Be Ruined At Our Own Request.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest.

There Are Only Two Bad Things In This World, Sin And Bile.

Love Never Reasons, But Profusely Gives, Gives, Like A Thoughtless Prodigal, Its All, And Trembles Then, Lest It Has Done Too Little.

No Adulation; 'tis The Death Of Virtue; Who Flatters, Is Of All Mankind The Lowest Save He Who Courts The Flattery.