Good Manners Require Space And Time.

True Greatness Is Sovereign Wisdom. We Are Never Deceived By Our Virtues.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.

I Am Persuaded That If The Brutes Even--if The Dog, The Horse, The Ox, The Elephant, The Bird, Could Speak, They Would Confess, That, At The Bottom Of Their Nature, Their Instincts, Their Sensations, Their Obtuse Intelligence, Assisted By Organs Less Perfect Than Ours, There Is A Clouded, Secret Sentiment Of This Existence Of A Superior And Primordial Being, From Whom All Emanates, And To Whom All Returns.

Man Hath No Heaven And Time's Coast Is Chartless. He Speeds; We Pass Away!

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.