Satan Trembles When He Sees The Weakest

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize,--the Art That Baffles Time's Tyrannic Claim To Quench It.

To Impute Our Recovery To Medicine, And To Carry Our View No Further, Is To Rob God Of His Honor, And Is Saying In Effect That He Has Parted With The Keys Of Life And Death, And, By Giving To A Drug The Power To Heal Us, Has Placed Our Lives Out Of His Own Reach.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

Some To The Fascination Of A Name, Surrender Judgment Hoodwinked.

For When Was Public Virtue To Be Found Where Private Was Not?