Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

Other Vices Make Their Own Way; This Makes Way For All Vices. He That Is A Drunkard Is Qualified For All Vice.

The Height Of All Philosophy Is To Know Thyself; And The End Of This Knowledge Is To Know God.

He That Hath No Cross Deserves No Crown.