It Is Natural To Man To Regard

Ingratitude Is Always A Kind Of Weakness. I Have Never Known Men Of Ability To Be Ungrateful.

Death Is A Commingling Of Eternity With Time; In The Death Of A Good Man, Eternity Is Seen Looking Through Time.

One Mind Is Enough For A Thousand Hands.

We Are The Slaves Of Objects Around Us, And Appear Little Or Important According As These Contract Or Give Us Room To Expand.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.