The Soul Of God Is Poured Into

Solitude Is Impractical And Yet Society Is Fatal.

Common Sense Is As Rare As Genius.

A Vivid Thought Brings The Power To Paint It; And In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Source Is The Force Of Its Projection.

Logic Is The Procession Or Proportionate Unfolding Of The Intuition; But Its Virtue Is As Silent Method; The Moment It Would Appear As Propositions, And Have A Separate Value, It Is Worthless.

There Are Some Men Above Grief And Some Men Below It.