Without God There Is For Mankind No

Nations And Men Are Only The Best When They Are The Gladdest, And Deserve Heaven When They Enjoy It.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.