My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.

There Are Places And Climates, Seasons And Hours, With Their Outward Circumstance, So Much In Harmony With Certain Impressions Of The Heart, That Nature And The Soul Of Man Appear To Be Parts Of One Vast Whole.

The More I See Of The Representatives Of The People, The More I Admire My Dogs.

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

Eternity Is So Certain And So Terrible That A Thousand Lives Would Not Suffice To Prepare For It.