Science Always Goes Abreast With The Just

Of Immortality, The Soul, When Well Employed, Is Incurious. It Is So Well, That It Is Sure That It Will Be Well. It Asks No Questions Of The Supreme Power.

The Angels Are So Enamored Of The Language That Is Spoken In Heaven That They Will Not Distort Their Lips With The Hissing And Unmusical Dialects Of Men, But Speak Their Own, Whether Their Be Any Who Understand It Or Not.

The Resources Of The Scholar Are Proportioned To His Confidence In The Attributes Of The Intellect.

The Longest Wave Is Quickly Lost In The Sea.

Let There Be Worse Cotton And Better Men.