The Sea Is Flowing Ever, The Land

As Man Is, So Is His God. And Thus Is God Oft Strangely Odd.

He Who Only Tastes His Error Will Long Dwell With It, Will Take Delight In It As In A Singular Felicity; While He Who Drains It To The Dregs Will, If He Be Not Crazy, Find It To Be What It Is.

A Vain Man Can Never Be Altogether Rude. Desirous As He Is Of Pleasing, He Fashions His Manners After Those Of Others.

Dispel Not, The Happy Delusions Of Children.

A World Without Love Would Be No World.