God Made Me And Broke The Mold.

I May Be No Better, But At Least I Am Different.

Smell Is The Sense Of Memory And Desire.

I Prefer Liberty With Danger Than Peace With Slavery.

Not All The Subtilties Of Metaphysics Can Make Me Doubt A Moment Of The Immortality Of The Soul, And Of A Beneficent Providence. I Feel It, I Believe It, I Desire It, I Hope It, And Will Defend It To My Last Breath.

To Try To Conceal Our Own Heart Is A Bad Means To Read That Of Others.