Those Who Want Nothing Are Apt To

Yes, Thou Art Ever Present, Power Divine; Not Circumscribed By Time, Nor Fixed By Space, Confined To Altars, Nor To Temples Bound. In Wealth, In Want, In Freedom, Or In Chains, In Dungeons Or On Thrones, The Faithful Find Thee.

A Faint Endeavor Ends In A Sure Defeat.

To Be Good And Disagreeable Is High Treason Against The Royalty Of Virtue.

Rage Is For Little Wrongs; Despair Is Dumb.

Youth Has A Quickness Of Apprehension, Which It Is Very Apt To Mistake For An Acuteness Of Penetration.