I Wonder What Day I Shall Die

Stuffing Birds Or Playing Stringed Instruments Is An Elegant Pastime, And A Resource To The Idle, But It Is Not Education.

Satan Is Inconsistent. He Persuades A Man Not To Go To A Synagogue On A Cold Morning; Yet When The Man Does Go, He Follows Him Into It.

The Love Of Our Private Friends Is The Only Preparatory Exercise For The Love Of All Men.

All Men Have A Reason, But Not All Men Can Give A Reason.

Brutes Gaze On Sights, They Are Arrested By Sounds; And What They See And What They Hear Are Sights And Sounds Only. The Intellectof Man, On The Contrary, Energises As Well As His Eye Or Ear, And Perceives In Sights Or Sounds Something Beyond Them. It Seizes And Unites What The Senses Present To It; It Grasps And Forms What Need Not Be Seen Or Heard Except In Detail. It Discerns In Lines And Colors, Or In Tones, What Is Beautiful And What Is Not. It Gives Them A Meaning, And Invests Them With An Idea.