There Is A Truth And Beauty In

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

Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

He That Has More Knowledge Than Judgment, Is Made For Another Man's Use More Than His Own.

Experience Is A Safe Guide.

What Man In His Right Mind Would Conspire His Own Hurt? Men Are Beside Themselves When They Transgress Against Their Convictions.