Not To Know What Happened Before Means

To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To Death.

Wars Are To Be Undertaken In Order That It May Be Possible To Live In Peace Without Molestation.

The Absolute Good Is Not A Matter Of Opinion But Of Nature.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.

Were Floods Of Tears To Be Unloosed In Tribute To My Grief, The Doves Of Noah Ne'er Had Roost Nor Found An Olive-leaf.