So Far As A Person Thinks; They

I Admire Answers To Which No Answers Can Be Made.

All The Elements, Whose Aid Man Calls In, Will Sometimes Become Big Masters.

Beauty Through My Senses Stole; I Yielded Myself To The Perfect Whole.

Almost Every Man We Meet Requires Some Civility; Requires To Be Humored; - He Has Some Fame, Some Talent, Some Whim Of Religion Or Philanthropy In His Head That Is Not To Be Questioned, And Which Spoils All Conversation With Him. But A Friend Is A Sane Man Who Exercises Not My Ingenuity, But Me.

There Is Genius As Well In Virtue As In Intellect. 'tis The Doctrine Of Faith Over Works.