Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps That Make Up Happiness.

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

Because The Heart Beats Under A Covering Of Hair, Of Fur, Feathers, Or Wings, It Is, For That Reason, To Be Of No Account?

It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is Harder To Praise.