There Goes The Parson, Oh Illustrious Spark!

Did Charity Prevail, The Press Would Prove A Vehicle Of Virtue, Truth, And Love.

How Sweet, How Passing Sweet, Is Solitude! But Grant Me Still A Friend In My Retreat, Whom I May Whisper, Solitude Is Sweet.

Existence Is A Strange Bargain. Life Owes Us Little; We Owe It Everything. The Only True Happiness Comes From Squandering Ourselves For A Purpose.

Religion, Richest Favor Of The Skies.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.