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The Charities Of Life Are Scattered Everywhere, Enameling The Vales Of Human Beings As The Flowers Paint The Meadows. They Are Not The Fruit Of Study, Nor The Privilege Of Refinement, But A Natural Instinct.

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

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.

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.

Where The People Possess No Authority, Their Rights Obtain No Respect.