All History Is A Record Of The

Some Will Always Be Above Others. Destroy The Inequality Today, And It Will Appear Again Tomorrow.

What Is The City In Which We Sit Here, But An Aggregate Of Incongruous Materials, Which Have Obeyed The Will Of Some Man?

In The Right Hands, Literature Is Not Resorted To As A Consolation, And By The Broken And Decayed, But As A Decalogue.

The Wise Man In The Storm Prays God Not For Safety From Danger But For Deliverance From Fear. It Is The Storm Within Which Endangers Him[,] Not The Storm Without.

Nature Is A Mutable Cloud Which Is Always And Never The Same.