His Fine Wit Makes Such A Wound,

The Practice Of Utter Sincerity Towards Other Men Would Avail To No Good End, If They Were Incapable Of Practising It Towards Their Own Minds. In Fact, Truth Cannot Be Communicated Until It Is Perceived.

As Belief Is A Passion Of The Mind, No Degree Of Criminality Is Attachable To Disbelief.

No More Let Life Divide What Death Can Join Together.

Music, When Soft Voices Die Vibrates In The Memory.

Worse Than A Bloody Hand Is A Hard Heart.