Hell Is An Idea First Born On

The Sweetest Joys Of Life Grow In The Very Jaws Of Its Perils.

Implacable I, The Implacable Sea; Implacable Most When Most I Smile Serene- Pleased, Not Appeased, By Myriad Wrecks In Me.

Both The Ancestry And Posterity Of Grief Go Further Than The Ancestry And Posterity Of Joy.

Talk Not To Me Of Blasphemy, Man; I'd Strike The Sun If It Insulted Me.

Though The Ancients Were Ignorant Of The Principles Of Christianity There Were In Them The Germs Of Its Spirit.