But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

For All Have Not The Gift Of Martyrdom.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.

Not Heav'n Itself Upon The Past Has Pow'r; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.