I Am No Herald To Inquire Into

Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The Centre Wherein All Things Repose, And Is The Type Of Eternity.

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction

There Is Nothing Sooner Overthrows A Weak Head Than Opinion By Authority, Like Too Strong A Liquor For A Frail Glass.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.