The Eyes Like Sentinel Occupy The Highest

Vicious Habits Are So Great A Stain To Human Nature, And So Odious In Themselves, That Every Person Actuated By Right Reason Would Avoid Them, Though He Were Sure They Would Be Always Concealed Both From God And Man, And Had No Future Punishment Entailed Upon Them.

Hatreds Not Vowed And Concealed Are To Be Feared More Than Those Openly Declared.

If I Err In Belief That The Souls Of Men Are Immortal, I Gladly Err, Nor Do I Wish This Error Which Gives Me Pleasure To Be Wrested From Me While I Live.

The Long Time To Come When I Shall Not Exist Has More Effect On Me Than This Short Present Time, Which Nevertheless Seems Endless.

There Is In Superstition A Senseless Fear Of God.