Christianity Is The Highest Perfection Of Humanity.

The Majority Have No Other Reason For Their Opinions Than That They Are The Fashion.

Some Desire Is Necessary To Keep Life In Motion, And He Whose Real Wants Are Supplied Must Admit Those Of Fancy.

Then With No Throbs Of Fiery Pain, No Cold Gradations Of Decay, Death Broke At Once The Vital Chain, And Freed His Soul The Nearest Way.

I Never Have Sought The World; The World Was Not To Seek Me.

Each Person's Work Is Always A Portrait Of Himself.