If Hours Did Not Hang Heavy, What

I Find The Name Of Jesus Christ Written On The Top Of Every Page Of Modern History.

Beauty Is But The Sensible Image Of The Infinite. Like Truth And Justice, It Lives Within Us; Like Virtue And The Moral Law, It Is A Companion Of The Soul.

The Measure Of Progress Of Civilization Is The Progress Of The People.

The Friendship Between Me And You I Will Not Compare To A Chain; For That The Rains Might Rust, Or The Falling Tree Might Break.

Avarice Is The Vice Of Declining Years.