How Slight A Chance May Raise Or

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life Is Little.