I May Be No Better, But At

God Made Me And Broke The Mold.

Once You Teach People To Say What They Do Not Understand, It Is Easy Enough To Get Them To Say Anything You Like.

Abstaining So As Really To Enjoy, Is The Epicurism, The Very Perfection, Of Reason.

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.

Smell Is The Sense Of Memory And Desire.