The Truest End Of Life Is To

Charity Is ... A Universal Remedy Against Discord, And An Holy Cement For Mankind.

A Garden, An Elaboratory, A Work - House, Improvements And Breeding, Are Pleasant And Profitable Diversions To The Idle And Ingenious: For Here They Miss Ill Company, And Converse With Nature And Art; Whose Variety Are Equally Grateful And Instructing; And Preserve A Good Constitution Of Body And Mind.

The Country Is Both The Philosopher's Garden And His Library, In Which He Reads And Contemplates The Power, Wisdom And Goodness Of God.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

For Nothing Reaches The Heart But What Is From The Heart, Or Pierces The Conscience But What Comes From A Living Conscience