Luck Is The Residue Of Design.

There Is No Truth Sure Enough To Justify Persecution.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.

Heav'nly Love Shall Outdoo Hellish Hate

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.