We Are All As God Made Us

Great Expectations Are Better Than A Poor Possession.

Man Appoints, And God Disappoints.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

Translation From One Language To Another Is Like Viewing A Piece Of Tapestry On The Wrong Side Where Though The Figures Are Distinguishable Yet There Are So Many Ends And Threads That The Beauty And Exactness Of The Work Is Obscured.

The Eyes Those Silent Tongues Of Love.