When The Vain Speaker Has Sat Down,

Now Every One Must Do After His Kind, Be He Asp Or Angel, And These Must.

...what Torments Of Pain Have You Endured That Haven't As Yet Arrived? And May Never!

The Machine Unmakes The Man. Now That The Machine Is So Perfect, The Engineer Is Nobody.

The True Preacher Can Be Known By This, That He Deals Out To The People His Life,--life Passed Through The Fire Of Thought.

A Garden Is Like Those Pernicious Machineries Which Catch A Man's Coat-skirt Or His Hand, And Draw In His Arm, His Leg , And His Whole Body To Irresistible Destruction.