Sweet May Lies Fresh Before

Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

A Blaspheming Frenchman Is A Spectacle More Pleasing To The Lord Than A Praying Englishman.

It Must Require An Inordinate Share Of Vanity And Presumption, Too, After Enjoying So Much That Is Good And Beautiful On Earth, To Ask The Lord For Immortality In Addition To It All.

The Men Of The Past Had Convictions, While We Moderns Have Only Opinions.

He Only Profits From Praise Who Values Criticism.