We Carry Within Us The Wonders We

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.

Persecution Is A Bad And Indirect Way To Plan Religion.

I Believe The World Grows Near Its End, Yet Is Neither Old Nor Decayed, Nor Will Ever Perish Upon The Ruins Of Its Own Principles.

For The World, I Count It Not An Inn, But A Hospital; And A Place Not To Live, But To Die In.

As Sins Proceed They Ever Multiply, And Like Figures In Arithmetic, The Last Stands For More Than All That Wert Before It.