You May Never Be Less Alone Than

To Be Ignorant Of What Occurred Before You Were Born Is To Remain Always A Child. For What Is The Worth Of Human Life, Unless It Is Woven Into The Life Of Our Ancestors By The Records Of History?

You Might As Well Take The Sun Out Of The Sky As Friendship From Life: For The Immortal Gods Have Given Us Nothing Better Or More Delightful.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.

If I Am Mistaken In My Opinion That The Human Soul Is Immortal, I Willingly Err; Nor Would I Have This Pleasant Error Extorted From Me; And If, As Some Minute Philosophers Suppose, Death Should Deprive Me Of My Being, I Need Not Fear The Raillery Of Those Pretended Philosophers When They Are No More.

Next To God We Are Nothing. To God We Are Everything.