Whatever Is Old Corrupts, And The Past

Philosophically Considered, The Universe Is Composed Of Nature And The Soul.

Let Us, If We Must Have Great Actions, Make Our Own So. All Action Is Of Infinite Elasticity, And The Least Admits Of Being Inflated With Celestial Air, Until It Eclipses The Sun And Moon.

Why Should The Way I Feel Depend On The Thoughts In Someone Else's Head?

For What Avail The Plough Or Sail, Or Land Or Life, If Freedom Fail?

As Soon As A Child Has Left The Room His Strewn Toys Become Affecting.