Heaven's Harmony Is Universal Love.

Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest Saint Upon Their Knees.

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.

A Heretic, My Dear Sir, Is A Fellow Who Disagrees With You Regarding Something Neither Of You Knows Anything About.

But Poverty, With Most Who Whimper Forth Their Long Complaints, Is Self-inflicted Woe; The Effect Of Laziness, Or Sottish Write.

Stamps God's Own Name Upon A Lie Just Made, To Turn A Penny In The Way Of Trade.