Pure Truth Is For God Alone.

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

What Education Is To The Individual, Revelation Is To The Whole Human Race.

It Is Not I Who Die, When I Die, But My Sin And Misery.

The Superstition In Which We Were Brought Up Never Loses Its Power Over Us, Even After We Understand It.

Pleasures, Riches, Honor And Joy Are Sure To Have Care, Disgrace, Adversity And Affliction In Their Train. There Is No Pleasure Without Pain, No Joy Without Sorrow. O The Folly Of Expecting Lasting Felicity In A Vale Of Tears, Or A Paradise In A Ruined World.