Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Obey Thy Genius, For A Minister It Is Unto The Throne Of Fate. Draw To Thy Soul, And Centralize The Rays Which Are Around Of The Divinity.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!