Void Of Freedom, What Would Virtue Be?

Limited In His Nature, Infinite In His Desires, Man Is A Fallen God Who Remembers The Heavens.

Sentiment Is The Poetry Of The Imagination.

It Is Admirable To Die The Victim Of One's Faith; It Is Sad To Die The Dupe Of One's Ambition.

Enthusiasm Is The Intoxication Of Earnestness.

God Has Placed The Genius Of Women In Their Hearts, Because The Works Of This Genius Are Always Works Of Love.