The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

No Doubt The Artist Is The Child Of His Time; But Woe To Him If He Is Also Its Disciple, Or Even Its Favorite.

Illusion Is Brief, But Repentance Is Long.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.