The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

No, No! I Do Nature Injustice. She Gave Us Inventive Faculty, And Set Us Naked, And Helpless On The Shore Of This Great Ocean,--the World; Swim Those Who Can, The Heavy May Go To The Bottom.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

Heaven And Earth Fight In Vain Against A Dunce!

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.