It Is The Briefest Yet Wisest Maxim

We Cannot Think Too Highly Of Our Nature, Nor Too Humbly Of Ourselves.

There Is No Cruelty So Inexorable And Unrelenting As That Which Proceeds From A Bigoted And Presumptuous Supposition Of Doing Service To God. The Victim Of The Fanatical Persecutor Will Find That The Stronger The Motives He Can Urge For Mercy Are, The Weaker Will Be His Chance For Obtaining It, For The Merit Of His Destruction Will Be Supposed To Rise In Value In Proportion As It Is Effected At The Expense Of Every Feeling Both Of Justice And Of Humanity.

Levity Is Often Less Foolish And Gravity Less Wise Than Each Of Them Appears.

Peace Is The Evening Star Of The Soul, As Virtue Is Its Sun, And The Two Are Never Far Apart.

When All Run By Common Consent Into Vice, None Appear To Do So.