I Only Know We Loved In Vain;

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

We Have Fools In All Sects, And Impostors In Most; Why Should I Believe Mysteries No One Can Understand, Because Written By Men Who Chose To Mistake Madness For Inspiration And Style Themselves Evangelicals?

I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

What A Strange Thing Is Man! And What A Stranger Is Woman.