Passion Makes The Best Observations And The

Without God There Is For Mankind No Purpose, No Goal, No Hope, Only A Wavering Future, An Eternal Dread Of Every Darkness.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

A Scholar Knows No Boredom.