A Tree Is A Nobler Object Than

I Find Myself Hoping A Total End Of All The Unhappy Divisions Of Mankind By Party-spirit, Which At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In The Night. God Said, Let Newton Be! And All Was Light!