Life Has A Higher End,

My Highway Is Unfeatured Air, My Consorts Are The Sleepless Stars, And Men My Giant Arms Upbear My Arms Unstained And Free From Scars.

Faith Is Love Taking The Form Of Aspiration.

Undoubtedly A Man Is To Labor To Better His Condition, But First To Better Himself.

The Miracles Of Christ Were Studiously Performed In The Most Unostentatious Way. He Seemed Anxious To Veil His Majesty Under The Love With Which They Were Wrought.

The Spirit Of Liberty Is Not Merely, As Multitudes Imagine, A Jealousy Of Our Own Particular Rights, But A Respect For The Rights Of Others, And An Unwillingness That Any Man, Whether High Or Low, Should Be Wronged And Trampled Under Foot.