O Ye Powers That Search The Heart

Devotion, When It Does Not Lie Under The Check Of Reason, Is Apt To Degenerate Into Enthusiasm.

The Soul, Secured In Her Existence, Smiles At The Drawn Dagger, And Defies Its Point.

Wine Displays Every Little Spot Of The Soul In Its Utmost Deformity.

Eternity! Thou Pleasing, Dreadful Thought.

Silence Is Sometimes More Significant And Sublime Than The Most Noble And Most Expressive Eloquence, And Is On Many Occasions The Indication Of A Great Mind.