God Is Unity, But Always Works In

Pride Ruined The Angels.

Society Is A Wave. The Wave Moves Onward, But The Water Of Which It Is Composed Does Not.

There Are Men Who, By Their Sympathetic Attractions, Carry Nations With Them, And Lead The Activity Of The Human Race.

The Sinew And Heart Of Man Seem To Be Drawn Out, And We Are Become Timorous Desponding Whimperers. We Are Afraid Of Truth, Afraid Of Fortune, Afraid Of Death, And Afraid Of Each Other.

He That Writes To Himself Writes To An Eternal Public.