Superstition Always Inspires Littleness, Religion Grandeur Of

True Worth Is As Inevitably Discovered By The Facial Expression, As Its Opposite Is Sure To Be Clearly Represented There. The Human Face Is Nature's Tablet, The Truth Is Certainly Written Thereon.

Nothing Is So Pregnant As Cruelty; So Multifarious, So Rapid, So Ever Teeming A Mother Is Unknown To The Animal Kingdom; Each Of Her Experiments Provokes Another And Refines Upon The Last; Though Always Progressive, Yet Always Remote From The End.

She Neglects Her Heart Who Too Closely Studies Her Glass.

Decided Ends Are Sure Signs Of A Decided Character.

All Finery Is A Sign Of Littleness.