The Exact Measure Of The Progress Of

Ennui Is The Desire Of Activity Without The Fit Means Of Gratifying The Desire.

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.

Conscience Is The Mirror Of Our Souls, Which Represents The Errors Of Our Lives In Their Full Shape.

The Charities Of Life Are Scattered Everywhere, Enameling The Vales Of Human Beings As The Flowers Paint The Meadows. They Are Not The Fruit Of Study, Nor The Privilege Of Refinement, But A Natural Instinct.

I Find The Name Of Jesus Christ Written On The Top Of Every Page Of Modern History.