There Is Nothing Touches Our Imagination So

The Fear Of Death Often Proves Mortal.

A Day, An Hour, Of Virtuous Liberty Is Worth A Whole Eternity In Bondage.

The Gods In Bounty Work Up Storms About Us, That Give Mankind Occasion To Exert Their Hidden Strength, And Throw Our Into Practice Virtues That Shun The Day, And Lie Concealed In The Smooth Seasons And The Calms Of Life.

In The Founders Of Great Families, Titles Or Attributes Of Honor Are Generally Correspondent With The Virtues Of The Person To Whom They Are Applied; But In Their Descendants They Are Too Often The Marks Rather Of Grandeur Than Of Merit. The Stamp And Denomination Still Continue, But The Intrinsic Value Is Frequently Lost.

Charity Is A Virtue Of The Heart, And Not Of The Hands.