Consistency, Madam, Is The First Of Christian

Misery Generates Hate.

No Reflection Was To Be Allowed Now, Not One Glance Was To Be Cast Back; Not Even One Forward. Not One Thought Was To Be Given Either To The Past Or The Future. The First Was A Page So Heavenly Sweet, So Deadly Sad, That To Read One Line Of It Would Dissolve My Courage And Break Down My Energy. The Last Was An Awful Blank, Something Like Then World When The Deluge Was Gone By.

We Should Acknowledge God Merciful, But Not Always For Us Comprehensible.

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.