If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.