If I Wanted To Punish An Enemy,

Names Govern The World.

No Man Ever Repented Of Being A Christian On His Death Bed.

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

It May Be In Morals As It Is In Optics, The Eye And The Object May Come Too Close To Each Other, To Answer The End Of Vision. There Are Certain Faults Which Press Too Near Our Self-love To Be Even Perceptible To Us.

The Wretch Who Digs The Mine For Bread, Or Ploughs, That Others May Be Fed, Feels Less Fatigued Than That Decreed To Him Who Cannot Think Or Read.